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

Chapter 1680:

“What kind of conflict do you have with Ms. Sanderson? Why did you feel the need to have someone deal with her? Tell me everything, and don’t leave anything out!”

Nola lowered her gaze, the corner of her mouth curling into a cold smile. Ah… So, this was why he had summoned her so quickly. He had failed to gather information about Harlee and was hoping to extract it from her. On any other day, she might have enjoyed telling him everything. However, today, she was in a bad mood. No one was getting a word out of her. Not a single one.

Errol’s gaze lingered on Nola, his patience thinning as the silence stretched. His anger flared again, and with a sharp clatter, he set his teacup down, the force of it sending tea sloshing over the rim.

Snapped from her thoughts, Nola straightened her posture, her voice even but distant.

“Grandpa, I was thinking about my conflict with Harlee.”

Her attempt at an explanation seemed to soften Errol’s anger a little. After all, she was his granddaughter, and despite her behavior, he had a certain patience for her.

“Okay. Go on.”

Just as Errol’s attention returned to the cup, Moshe swiftly took action. He replaced the cup with a fresh one, carefully pouring tea without a word.

Nola silently cursed the loyal servant before continuing.

“Grandpa, I just find Harlee incredibly irritating. I can’t stand seeing her living so comfortably, that’s all. There is no deep hatred between us. I simply used others to deal with her three times. The first time…”

Half an hour later, Nola had told Errol everything. She explained how she had manipulated Tania, the Fletcher family from Sacia, and Benjamin. She stood there, her face betraying little emotion. Her only goal was to use Errol to break Harlee’s spirit. After all, she couldn’t be the only one who kept failing, could she?

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Errol sat in his chair, hands flat against the table, his face grim, his eyes wide with fury. Every inch of him radiated anger. His gaze shifted to Nola, his face darkening. The granddaughter he appreciated so much had never managed to outsmart Harlee. Not once. Humph! So, this was the mighty Shadow Moon Society? He was determined to see what kind of monsters made up their ranks.

Nola caught every flicker of emotion in Errol’s eyes. When she saw him calculating his next move, she lowered her gaze slightly, a small, triumphant smile curling on her lips. Her fourth plan was already in motion, using Errol to take down Harlee.

Errol remained oblivious to Nola’s true intentions. After a moment of mental calculation, he lowered his voice and said, “Nola, we need to build ties with talents like Ms. Sanderson. Invite her over later. And while you’re at it, I expect you to resolve your issues with her. Do you understand?”

Standing beside him, Moshe quickly pieced together Errol’s strategy. He understood that Errol intended to have those old associates test Harlee’s abilities before making their next move.

Nola feigned surprise, though inwardly, she was already bracing herself for Errol’s next action. From everything she had gathered, she knew exactly what he was planning. He would involve the people who had brought her back all those years ago.noveldrama

There was a secretive group operating under Errol’s command. Nola couldn’t help but smirk, eager to see them in action.

Nola masked her emotions, clenching her teeth as her acting instincts kicked in.

“No! Grandpa, I can’t be friends with someone like Harlee. It’s impossible!”

Errol’s gaze filled with disappointment. He sighed, his voice heavy with displeasure.

“Nola, listen closely. You must invite Ms. Sanderson to our home today, no matter what. I assure you, you won’t be wronged, and soon, you’ll have your chance for revenge. But before that, you need to soften your stance and extend the invitation to her.”

Pausing, Errol poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it before continuing, “As they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Be patient. The leadership of the Happer family will come down to either you or Davenport. Don’t let me down.”

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