Chapter 1427: Chapter 1427

Chapter 1427:

With that, she wandered back to her original position. She knew Lucius wouldn’t just walk away. His feelings for Nicola were tangled in knots, and the only place those emotions could surface was here, in this twisted game.

After an indeterminate stretch of time, Harlee glanced down at her phone, the test report almost ready. With quiet determination, she made her way back toward Lucius. This time, her expression softened, a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor. The delicate corners of her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“I had no idea you loved Nicola this much,” she murmured, her voice quivering slightly.

Lucius, bewildered, stared back at her, his eyes red-rimmed.

“What is it that you want?” he asked, confusion evident in his voice.

Harlee, seizing the moment, switched to her Oscar-worthy performance. Her eyes gleamed with apparent sincerity, her face lit up as if illuminated by some hidden joy.

“I thought you were just pretending. I really didn’t expect your love for Nicola to run this deep.”

Her voice wavered with emotion, as if barely able to contain her feelings.

“You must want to hear this, don’t you?”

Lucius, struggling to make sense of it all, fixed his gaze on Harlee’s face, searching for some kind of clue. Just then, Nicola’s familiar voice rang out.

“I don’t know if you’ll ever have the chance to hear these words, but if you do, it will probably be long after I’m gone, right? You must have missed me so much that you threatened and manipulated the Sanderson family, willing to burn all bridges just to find my grave. Am I right?”

Lucius’ face shifted to one of shock, disbelief washing over him in waves. His eyes widened as he turned his focus back on Harlee, anger rising in his voice.

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“What is this?” he demanded.

Harlee, calm and calculated, reached into her bag and pulled out a cloth doll, the recording wafting from within. Gently, she placed it before the tombstone, saying, “Nicola gave this to me before she died. She told me that if you ever showed up at her tomb, I should give this to you. But if you never came, it was to be burned when I passed on.”

Not wanting Lucius to suspect anything amiss, Harlee added with a carefully measured tone, “When I learned that you’d joined forces with Nola to oppose the Green and Sanderson families, I had no intention of showing you this. But when I saw your feelings for Nicola at her grave, I changed my mind.”

She paused briefly, fixing him with a pointed look.

“Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t know what was in the recording until now.”

Harlee then returned to her previous position, making sure to distance herself, leaving no room for suspicion or flaw.

Before Lucius could react, the recording from the doll continued.

“But have you ever stopped to think that they’re the ones I care about most? Hurting them, it’s like shattering my heart. Alas! Forget what I said before. I deceived you first, so it’s only natural for you to be upset.”

The voice from the doll softened, as if fading into the distance.

“Perhaps everything I did back then was useless, but at least you thought I was dead and wouldn’t do something foolish by seeking revenge for me.”

Harlee had used sophisticated technology to create this audio, and it was so lifelike that Lucius had no reason to doubt it.

She had twisted the narrative, connecting Nicola’s poisoning from the Bloodthirstiness Pill to Lucius’ deception, making him believe that Nicola had misled him because of the poison. She had wanted to protect him from seeking revenge.

“But I still need to apologize to you. Lucius, I shouldn’t have lied to you.”

The recording’s tone was thick with regret.

“The fact that you’re here means the very thing I hoped to avoid has come to pass. I can’t even begin to imagine everything you’ve done, but please, for my sake, spare them. If you’ve moved on and no longer feel anything for me, then just pretend you never heard this audio.”

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