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

Chapter 1679:

Harlee slowly wiped the corner of her mouth, arched her delicate eyebrows, let out a lazy yawn, and finally fixed them with a serious gaze.

“Oh? Sparring, huh? Now that you mention it, I haven’t assessed your skills in a while. How about a round with me?”

“N-NO, that won’t be necessary, right?” For once, Thiago and Patrick were in perfect sync. Harlee’s suggestion was met with horrified refusals, their voices overlapping in unison before they hastily switched topics.

“Harlee, do you know when Aldrich stopped being single?” Thiago asked, feigning casual curiosity.

Patrick jumped in immediately.

“Yeah! He even had the nerve to call us single folks earlier. When did he stop being a bachelor?”

They sure didn’t waste time changing the subject.

Harlee raised an elegant eyebrow and leaned back in her chair. Patrick and Thiago exchanged nervous glances, swallowing repeatedly, before she finally asked, “What’s going on?”

Harlee raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She was definitely curious about this. Aldrich had found a partner so quickly? He wouldn’t have set his sights on some female soldier, would he?noveldrama

Patrick and Thiago shared a knowing look. Harlee had a notorious love for gossip.

Since Aldrich had been used as a diversion to steer Harlee’s attention away, Patrick and Thiago decided to let go of their grudge against him for blindsiding them with the hint of a romantic relationship. They had taken enough of a beating for one day. A “friendly” match with Harlee would undoubtedly overwhelm them.

Patrick cleared his throat and said, “Aldrich just mentioned it. Harlee, I’ll get to the bottom of it right away!”

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“You have one day,” Harlee replied, raising an eyebrow. She placed her hand flat on the table and stood up. Her expression remained unreadable.

“Yes! We will dig up everything within a day!” Patrick and Thiago swore in unison.

Meanwhile, at the Happer family manor, Nola acted as though the previous incident had never happened after leaving the study that night. She knew Errol rarely sought her out, so she hadn’t expected him to summon her just a day later.

Now, the study felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Errol sat stiffly in an antique armchair, his narrowed eyes fixed on Nola. Though his expression was ice-cold, anger simmered beneath his wrinkled face. A full day had passed, yet his men still hadn’t uncovered a shred of information on Harlee. He couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of unease in his heart.

Harlee’s information was like a fortress—impenetrable and nearly impossible to access. So, Errol had decided to start with Nola. However, even before he spoke, he could feel her cold indifference. A surge of anger rose within him. Nola was becoming insufferably disrespectful.

Errol sat in his armchair, his expression grim, his aged face sagging. It was clear he was displeased.

Not far away, Nola stood tall and poised, her gaze steady. She showed no fear of his imposing presence.

Errol’s psyche was a labyrinth of contradictions. He demanded the younger generation stand tall with a backbone yet expected them to bow down to him. When Nola first returned to the Happer family, she had suffered endless headaches as she couldn’t figure out how to strike that delicate balance.

But now, Nola didn’t care anymore. She had learned the hard way. If she showed even the faintest sign of weakness, she would have no chance of taking over as the acting head of the Happer family. Therefore, she met Errol’s gaze with unshaken indifference. After all, he wouldn’t dare harm her, whom he assumed was his biological granddaughter.

As she had expected, Errol’s anger slowly evaporated. He took his time, lifting his teacup with calculated slowness, his eyes as deep as a dark lake.

“Nola, what kind…”

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