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.”

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

bother with these little 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

slow smirk curled at the corner of Harlee’s lips, her gaze

you?

sentence softly, just loud enough for only

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 do whatever it takes if it means our friendship can

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

Harlee’s tendons, flay the skin from her bones, and force her to watch as the people she held dear were thrown into a boiling cauldron—only to then

lips curling into a light, indifferent smile.

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

next moment,