Chapter 1644: Chapter 1644

Chapter 1644:

“You’re Harlee, right? I’m Celine Cavendish. I realize I may have come off poorly the other day, and I hope you can overlook that,” Celine said.

Elva froze, her eyes wide as she stared at the overly dramatic Celine, struggling to comprehend the sudden change in Celine’s demeanor. Celine, the haughty member of the Cavendish family, came here to apologize to Harlee? Wasn’t Celine notoriously arrogant and imperious?

Harlee lifted her eyelids, her sharp gaze landing squarely on Celine. A hint of ferocity flickered in her otherwise composed eyes.

“Move aside,” she commanded crisply.

This was a new low for Celine, who had never faced such public disregard. Jealousy flared as she eyed Harlee’s striking features, her gaze sharp enough to leave marks. If not for Nola’s advice to adopt a more submissive stance for their next scheme, Celine would have lashed out physically.

Biting her lip to hold back her anger, Celine said, “Harlee, I truly came to apologize. I’ve reserved a booth at the Moonlit Bar for you and your friend to come over in hopes of clearing up the misunderstandings. Surely, you won’t decline such an invitation?”

Elva stepped in front of Harlee, her arms outstretched protectively.

“If this is how you apologize, then my friend won’t accept it. Please adjust your attitude before you approach her again.”

Despite her fear of the Cavendish family, Elva couldn’t bear to watch Harlee be mistreated. Celine was too much. She struck others more as issuing a thinly veiled threat than seeking forgiveness.

The restraint Celine had for Harlee stemmed from her desire for revenge. Under normal circumstances, her aggressive nature would have driven her to slap Harlee without hesitation. Yet, she held no such concerns over the likes of Elva.

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Celine’s hand shot up, mere inches from Elva’s face, before being abruptly seized by Harlee’s firm grip.

“How dare you attempt to strike her?” Harlee’s voice was icy, her stare chilling, compelling Celine to avert her eyes.

Celine struggled, the pain in her wrist mounting as she seethed with rage.

“Let me go, Harlee!” she demanded, her voice thick with anger.

“The Moonlit Bar is a venue for the elite of Uwhor, a privilege not everyone can claim. Don’t spurn this gesture!”

The Moonlit Bar was renowned as a venue where the world’s wealthiest sought to splurge. Celine had chosen it deliberately, convinced that Harlee would comply with her plans, drawn by the bar’s prestigious reputation.

Elva rolled her eyes dismissively at Celine and then gazed at Harlee with admiration. In the instant she thought she would receive the slap, she was stunned to see Harlee swiftly intercept the blow. At that moment, Harlee became her hero.

“Wow, that’s something… Maybe we should check it out and see just how eye-opening it is.”

Harlee’s lips curved playfully as she released Celine’s hand, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark.

Harlee turned to Elva, who looked utterly shocked. Her eyes darkened as she instructed, “Elva, you head back first.”

Elva immediately shook her head.

“No way! This woman must be up to something. I need to come with you, or I won’t be able to relax!”

The bar was rife with potential for mishaps. Even though Harlee was quick on her feet, there were moments she might not be able to protect herself. Elva felt compelled to accompany Harlee to keep a close watch on Celine and ensure she had no opportunity to harm Harlee.

Meeting Elva’s gaze, Harlee understood her concern. Lowering her eyes, she was silent for a moment before responding earnestly, “Elva, I’m actually more capable than you think.”

Initially, Harlee had hidden her true skills from Elva because of Fleming. Later on, there never seemed to be the right moment to discuss it. Now, she regretted not having let Elva know about her abilities sooner, since she didn’t want Elva to take risks for her.

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