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Robbie continued, âThe Rapper family has managed to keep this under wraps, and theyâve got Davenport under tight control. Desmond is trying to get access to him to understand what happened. The main issue now is that Errol plans to announce the new acting head in a week. Given Davenportâs circumstances, it looks like Nola will be chosen. Harlee, if Nola takes over, will that put us at a disadvantage?â
Harlee and the others had meticulously engineered circumstances to corner Nola for several months, ensuring she had no leverage against them. Yet, it seemed likely that this recent crisis was orchestrated by Nola herself. Managing this situation would be far from straightforward.
Harlee sprang from the sofa, her beautiful eyes devoid of any warmth, her voice even chillier.
âGet Serena to the airport.â
Robbie responded in a deep tone, âI had arranged it on the way here. Jianna, Serena, and Thiago should be nearly there. Rhys is tied up in a meeting. I had informed him weâd head out first.â
Harlee nodded sharply and swiftly exited Remson Manor.
At the Happer familyâs residence, Nola stood striking in a red suspender dress, her lips vividly painted, her hair flowing in waves. Her eyes were predatory, giving her the aura of a wrathful specter from afar.
Nola glared at a photograph of Harlee on the table, her gaze icy, her expression dark with loathing, as if she might rip the photo to shreds at any moment. Errol entered, leaning on a cane, his face etched with concern. The loss of his chosen successor had softened his once formidable presence.
Noticing Nolaâs appearance, Errol showed no anger but slowly approached with his cane. The familyâs butler, Moshe Hoffman, trailed silently behind, his gaze downcast, lost in thought.
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Errol positioned himself beside Nola, sat down, and struck the floor sharply with his cane, the sound echoing starkly in the quiet room. His eyes bore the intensity of undoubted authority, his voice firm.
âNola, assure me you had nothing to do with Davenportâs incident!â
Nola raised an arched eyebrow and tilted her head to look at him. Her expression was unexpectedly calm, offering no hint of respect. She glanced at him with indifference before shifting her focus back to Harleeâs photo. Her response was dismissive.
âIf you mean Davenportâs mishap, I take no interest in fools.â
Errol seemed to anticipate her denial. He raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap to her face, leaving a vivid mark and a trickle of blood from her lip. Nola, who could have dodged the blow, chose to receive it, her expression barely changing.
Errolâs frustration mounted at her nonchalant demeanor. Clutching his chest in anger, his hand on the cane shaking more violently, he felt his fury growing. Among the younger Happers, Nola was undoubtedly capable but excessively cold and merciless. Handing over the family reins to her could lead to violent upheavals. Thus, he had pinned his hopes on his grandson, Davenport, but nowâ¦
Errol had been the overlord of the Happer family, powerful all his life, yet in the end, his descendants turned out to be nothing but useless fools. It was enough to drive him to frustration!
Errol slammed his cane against the floor, his voice icy as he scolded, âNola, donât think Iâm unaware of your schemes. Just because Davenport is in trouble, it doesnât automatically make you the head of the Rapper family!â
Nola remained unmoved, prompting Errol to soften his tone.
âHow did you end up like this? Davenport is your brother. You grew up together. Heâs in trouble, and you seem indifferent. Do you really believe heâs capable of such things?â
This provoked a slight reaction from Nola. A smirk flickered across her lips as she turned, her chilling gaze unsettling him.
âWasnât it you who eroded the familyâs unity? You pitted us against each other from the start!â
Nola sneered. Errol was admirable in many ways, but his demeanor shifted dramatically when it came to the leadership of the family. He seemed indifferent to the conflicts among the younger generation, as long as he could gauge their potential to lead.
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