Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1683:

Harlee noticed Errol’s hostile look but remained indifferent. To her, his expressions were merely entertaining. She was well aware of the Happer family’s movements, thanks to Stefan’s surveillance. Except for a few secrets under Errol’s direct command, she knew nearly everything about him. Anticipating that Errol and Nola might approach her, Harlee was prepared.

Despite his fury at Harlee’s indifference, Errol could instantly switch back to the demeanor of a benevolent elder. Looking at Harlee with a warmth as if she were family, he softened his tone, infused with paternal affection.

“Young lady, I understand that young people like you value your independence and might not want to mingle with an old man like me. But, if you’re not up for teaching me, perhaps I could just watch you play?”

Errol believed that by humbling himself in this manner, even if Harlee was dismissive, she wouldn’t outright reject his presence.

Yet, the next moment, Harlee pocketed her phone and tilted her head, a playful smirk gracing her lips as she eyed Errol, who was clearly putting on an act. Her voice carried a teasing lilt.

“You can’t. I prefer to keep my distance from creepy old men, especially when they come with that musty odor. It’s just too much for me.”

his body trembling with rage as his

lack any manners! How can you say an

what?” Harlee interrupted

raised hand shaking

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they were alone, Harlee stood up, slipping her hands into her pockets, her demeanor cool and detached, yet a mischievous grin still playing on her

quiet around here. Be careful not to get so angry that you drop dead—no one will be

allowing Errol another word. However, she deliberately slowed her steps, giving room

deeply, slicing through his pride like a knife. If not for more pressing plans, he would have commanded those loyal to him to exact

Errol hadn’t been sure that Harlee didn’t recognize him, he might have thought she was deliberately provoking him. How could

on the path

her hair billowing in the sea breeze—a sight that caused many passersby to pause and admire. Yet, her eyes held a chilling coldness, reminiscent of a demon from

impromptu encounter with Harlee. He insisted that Nola win Harlee’s trust by any means necessary and draw her to the Happer family estate. If she failed, Errol would declare Davenport, that inept candidate, as the interim head of