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

Chapter 1768:

“I’m not in the habit of explaining myself,” Harlee responded icily.

Nola observed Harlee, realizing the direness of their situation. Despite this, she still had questions.

“Harlee, are you really this formidable? Why have you allowed me to act so arrogantly all these years and even let yourself be kidnapped?”noveldrama

Fear tinged Nola’s voice, the implications of Harlee’s actions too daunting to fully comprehend.

Errol, regaining some of his composure, caught on to Nola’s implication.

“What do you mean? Are you suggesting that she could easily dismantle our Happer family? That she’s been manipulating us all along?”

Harlee merely lifted her eyelids, her gaze indifferent, sweeping over Errol and Nola without a word. Errol and Nola were trapped in their own downfall, much like Egan had been. Watching them unravel was somewhat amusing.

Nola, feeling cornered yet defiant, clung to her last shred of defense.

“Grandpa, remember what happened with Matteo? After that, Harlee has become more cautious. She wouldn’t expose herself to capture without a reason!”

Since Tonya’s incident, Harlee had indeed grown more vigilant, particularly regarding the safety of Twilight members. She wouldn’t allow them into danger without assured confidence in their safety. Her composed demeanor as she sat there spoke volumes.

Errol felt his blood freeze. Harlee was terrifyingly composed. To maintain such poise at just over twenty years old—what might she achieve in another decade? Errol knew that today, either he or Harlee would not walk away unscathed. Still, he believed the advantage was his.

Looking at Harlee, who sat calmly, Errol narrowed his eyes slightly. His expression shifted bizarrely, and he erupted into loud laughter.

“Excellent, excellent! With a specimen like Harlee, my experiments will advance significantly. Then, I will control the fate of this world!”

F𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓬𝗵𝒶𝓹𝓉𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃 g𝓪𝗅𝗇ovє𝗅𝓈.🅒𝗈𝗺

Errol had clearly lost his grip on sanity, obsessed with controlling everyone’s destiny, heedless of the dangers posed by Harlee.

Harlee stood up, her demeanor unchanged, and directed her gaze past Errol to Nola. Her voice was crisp and cold.

“Nola, since you’ve earned Errol’s trust, and escaping here seems unlikely for me, why don’t you explain why you chose that path back then? And what do you know about Tonya?”

Harlee’s inquiry made Errol drop his guard. He turned his attention to Nola.

“Nola, quickly say what you need to. My experiment has waited long enough.”

Errol was unconcerned about Harlee’s machinations. The laboratory was rigged with a self-destruct mechanism—if she attempted any escape, they would all be destroyed.

Nola paused, and then her expression twisted sinisterly.

“Harlee, you’ve been holding back confronting me for so long just for these answers? Fine. Since you want to know why I chose that path, I’ll tell you—and let it mark the end of our once-close friendship!”

Errol’s brow furrowed, displeasure flickering across his face. Once-close friendship? Nola and Harlee were close once? This was news to him. What was Nola playing at? Yet, he allowed Nola to continue, intrigued by Harlee’s reactions, which for once varied from her usual indifference.

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