Chapter 1650: Chapter 1650

Chapter 1650:

The room fell silent. Everyone was stunned, not expecting Celine to still have the audacity to threaten Harlee at this point. Heads shook in disapproval around the room. The Cavendish family had clearly indulged Celine too much. Everyone wondered if, after all the trouble she had caused, the Duke of Mylo would continue to pamper her.

As Celine spoke, her expression turned smug. She was convinced of Thiago’s allure. Surely, Harlee wouldn’t want to pass up someone as desirable as him. While everyone was still reflecting on Celine’s assertion, a ringtone abruptly interrupted the silence. Harlee calmly pressed the answer button. After a brief silence, she said, “Yes, I’m at the Moonlit Bar.”

Harlee then asked flatly, “Is Thiago with you? Let him answer.”

Pressing the speakerphone button, Harlee raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling one side of her mouth.

“Thiago, someone here claims you wouldn’t let me off the hook and that I’ll never have your love.”

On the other end of the line, Thiago’s breathing hitched. His legs weakened under the pressure of Rhys’ intense stare.

Trembling, Thiago managed a weak response.

“Harlee, this joke isn’t funny at all. One command from you, and I am on it. You’re the leader, after all.”

Harlee approached Celine, stopping a short distance away. She lifted her gaze, her lips twisting into a mischievous smile as she looked down at Celine, much like a cat eyeing a cornered mouse.

Celine’s forehead beaded with cold sweat. Her complexion turned pale, and she stood frozen, a shiver running down her spine. Harlee was actually Thiago’s leader.

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Celine’s mind whirled in disbelief, and she let out an involuntary scream.

Celine had once heard Coen mention that the leader behind Thiago held significant sway over the Cavendish family’s fortunes. Without the leader’s support, Mylo could lose his dukedom.

Driven by this knowledge, Celine had eagerly pursued Thiago, hoping his influence would ensure her family’s prosperity. But now, she realized the gravity of her mistake.

Harlee, observing Celine’s blank look, let a wicked smile spread across one side of her mouth.

“Throw her out.”

“Yes!” Instantly, two men grasped Celine by the arms and dragged her away. Celine struggled violently, attempting to free herself from their grip, but her efforts were futile as she was forcefully escorted out.

Overwhelmed with emotion, her eyes blazing with indignation, Celine protested, “I’m a member of the Cavendish family! You can’t do this to me. You can’t…”

Ignoring the commotion, Harlee turned to Elva, who stood by, wide-eyed and stunned, and said calmly, “Let’s go.”

Elva, momentarily confused, looked up.

“Huh? To where?”

Harlee gave a slight smile.

“To grab something to eat, or maybe take you back to school.”

Elva nodded, her understanding dawning slowly. Throughout the night, she had been piecing together the puzzle. She had thought she was making a likeminded friend who looked past the rumors and shared her values, never expecting to uncover such a revelation.

Excited by the night’s events, Elva planned to recount the thrilling experience to her classmates later—who surely wouldn’t believe her!

As Harlee prepared to leave, Karl appeared to want to say something but ultimately remained silent, merely following at a respectful distance.

Outside the Moonlit Bar, a black Bentley waited by the entrance, its presence underscoring the night’s unfolding drama.

Compared to the other luxury cars around, this black Bentley might not initially stand out. Yet, those familiar with the world of high-end automobiles would recognize that this particular black Bentley was one of only three of this model worldwide, making it far more valuable than all the surrounding luxury cars combined.

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