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

Chapter 1686:

In their circles, Nola had always been seen as haughty, never one to bow or apologize to anyone. So hearing her admit her faults in such a manner made the elderly onlookers reconsider their initial judgments and sparked their curiosity about Harlee’s identity.

The voices of those who had earlier chastised Harlee for being too harsh on a repentant Nola dwindled. They enjoyed their gossip, but they weren’t foolish.

Harlee’s expression remained impassive as she watched Nola’s increasingly theatrical display, finding it more amusing than convincing. Initially, Harlee had thought Nola was a formidable opponent, but now Nola seemed rather insignificant. The tactics Nola had employed in their recent confrontations had been unimpressive.

Resolved to intensify the challenge, Harlee planned to make things even more difficult for Nola.

Under the crowd’s watchful eyes, Harlee took a deliberate step toward Nola, her expression unreadable as she extended a hand. Almost instinctively, Nola stepped back.

Realizing her own reaction might have been too abrupt, Nola lifted her gaze and nervously smiled at Harlee, saying, “My foot’s just a little numb.”

another step closer. Without warning, she grasped Nola’s chin, her touch deliberate and firm. Her expression remained

games in front of me. Has no one ever told you how painfully bad your acting is? Or is it just that the only fools willing to put up with your theatrics are dimwits like

corner of Harlee’s lips,

have you convinced yourself I’ll forgive you? How about I kill you

softly, just loud enough

her, her fingers digging into her palms as she looked at Harlee. Harlee’s words had almost pushed her to the edge, threatening to shatter her fragile composure. Nola replied, “Harlee, I know you deeply misunderstand me, but that’s okay. Please tell me what I need to do to make things right. I’ll

before. When she was friends with Harlee, she always maintained an air of superiority despite her overwhelming insecurities. She had never been so humbled, never allowed herself to appear weak in front of others. But now, her mentality was slowly contorting, twisting in a way

raging inferno of hatred burning within Nola. Nola wanted to shred Harlee’s tendons, flay the skin from her bones, and force her to watch

her delicate eyebrows, her lips curling into a

subtle smile at the corner of Harlee’s mouth was like a blade twisting in Nola’s gut, filling her with the

moment,