Chapter 1687: Chapter 1687

Chapter 1687:

The Happer family was, after all, one of the prominent families in Uwhor and a major contributor to its economy. Naturally, as citizens of Uwhor, these elderly onlookers couldn’t tolerate Harlee treating Nola this way.

Among them, several elderly men and women grew particularly agitated.

“You are from Mogluylia, yet you dare to act high and mighty here in Uwhor? Do you have any idea how powerful the Happer family is? How dare you demand that Miss Happer kneel?”

“Exactly! You might be living in this villa, which shows your family has some power, but remember, this is Uwhor, not your Mogluylia. It’s not the place for you to make a scene!”

At that moment, the crowd rallied behind Nola.

The elderly men and women, who had once been intimidated by Harlee’s status, now saw her as nothing more than a bully and quickly rallied against her.

The young crowd was so outraged that they completely forgot Harlee’s generosity in guiding them. Instead, they began to condemn her, accusing her of being disrespectful. The pretty girl and the man with the camera even uploaded the video and photos to Uwhor’s most popular website.

Nola was often seen with Errol, which naturally earned her a devoted fan base in Uwhor. So, when the post surfaced on the Uwhor website, it went viral in less than five seconds. The comment section quickly spiraled into chaos, with insults flooding in from every direction.

growing nastier by the second. The media didn’t miss a beat either, fanning the flames and turning the situation into what they dubbed a “diplomatic scandal.”

As a result, Harlee’s name shot straight to the top of the trending list in Uwhor. Nola’s fingers curled into fists. Her bloodshot eyes burned with fury. She knew it. There was no way Harlee would forgive her so easily. Harlee wanted her to kneel? Ha! Harlee was dreaming if she thought that was going to happen! Harlee knew Nola would never kneel before anyone. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and left, unfazed by the storm of condemnation and abuse erupting around her.

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Initially, Harlee had assumed that once Nola showed up, Errol would follow close behind. If that had happened, she figured they would have cornered her with persuasion and pressure, forcing her to go to the Happer family manor. If Errol had come, he would have surely brought along his secret backers. That would have given Harlee the perfect chance to figure out their identities. But Errol never came. Clearly, he didn’t take Harlee seriously at all and probably saw her as just a small fry who couldn’t cause any trouble. Naturally, he wouldn’t have arranged for those people to show up.

After wasting so much time for nothing, Harlee naturally had to gain something from it. Unfortunately for Nola, she was the one who had to pay the price.

Fully aware that the young people were filming her, Nola initially tried her best to play the victim. But as soon as she retreated into her car and slammed the door shut, her expression twisted into something fierce and menacing. Furiously, she fumbled through her pocket for her phone, dialing Errol’s number. In that brief moment, the warmth in her eyes vanished, leaving behind only a cold, calculating ruthlessness.

Nola gripped her phone so tightly that it was as if she were strangling someone, the fury in her eyes growing more and more intense.

“Why didn’t you show up?” The anger that had been simmering in Nola’s chest flared up, and she skipped the greeting.

Meanwhile, in another car, Errol’s expression turned grim at the sound of her accusatory tone. His brows knitted into a severe frown. Her respect for him was fading by the day!

“Nola, is this how I raised you to speak to your elders? No matter how angry you are, you can’t talk to me like this!” Errol’s voice was harsh and grating.

“Is that so?” Nola’s lips curled into a sneer, her gaze full of mockery.

“You asked me to invite Harlee to the Happer family manor, remember? Not only did she refuse, but she also humiliated me every chance she got, demanding that I kneel for three hours. So, tell me, how exactly should I speak to you? Don’t forget, you told me to use a…”

“Soft approach first, and then you would show up, working your magic with persuasion and pressure to get Harlee to enter our home. So, where were you? Did you change the plan last minute and forget to clue me in?”

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