Chapter 1657:

Celine was caught off guard by Harlee’s directness in exposing her tactics. Quickly regaining her composure, Celine adopted a humble tone.

“Harlee, I truly wish to apologize. If you doubt my sincerity, I’m willing to keep kneeling until you forgive me.”

Despite her words, Celine was already itching to get up. The discomfort from kneeling was more than enough.

Harlee’s dark eyes narrowed, her expression enigmatic, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Her voice was lazy and nonchalant.

“Oh, then keep on kneeling,” she said, her smile sharp as her gaze turned piercing.

“Just a friendly reminder, I won’t let the court of public opinion sway my decisions.”

Back then, after being ousted by the Gill family, any remnants of conventional morality had dissolved within Harlee. The Gills’ disgraceful and failed attempts to profit from claiming they had raised her—leading to their being driven from Baythorn—was a testament to her resolve.

her?

Her fists tightened as she glared at Harlee, her

her way through the bustling crowd, attracting loud curses

couldn’t

Elva, and a barrage of insults rained down on her. The crowd had absorbed the fabricated tales about her, accepting

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criminals, wealthy youths, and classmates but was now also accused of enticing a seventy-two-year-old professor who

approached Harlee and noticed Celine

lift of her eyelids, Harlee observed that Elva remained unfazed by the public scorn. Admiring Elva’s resilience, she answered gravely, “Celine came up with this

Duke of Mylo had compelled

powerful? The Duke of

surreal

Harlee, she was nothing

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