Chapter 1688: Chapter 1688

Chapter 1688:

Her delicate eyebrows knitted together, her eyes turned fierce, and her voice sharpened, rising several decibels by the end.

Errol, sitting in the back seat, widened his eyes in disbelief as a surge of anger rose within him, making it difficult to breathe. He had indeed forgotten to inform Nola about the change in plans, but he had never anticipated Harlee’s audacity in demanding that Nola kneel for three hours. Did Harlee think the Happer family was insignificant?

Errol clutched his chest and coughed incessantly.

Suddenly, Moshe turned around, his expression grave, and whispered, “Mr. Happer, Harlee is more complex than we thought…”

Taking the document Moshe offered, Errol’s brows knitted together. He had underestimated Harlee.

Moshe pressed on, despite the tension from Errol.

“Our undercover sources indicate that the Cavendish family’s downfall and Mylo being stripped of his title are linked to Harlee, though we’re still piecing together the details.”

Bang! With a loud crash, Errol slammed his iPad against the car window, his face red with fury and his fists clenched, knuckles white.

After a moment of silence, Errol spoke into the phone in a harsh voice.

“Nola, I need you to comply with Harlee’s demand. Kneel for the full three hours. I know you’ll resist, but hear me out. This incident is already circulating online, and it’s causing an uproar. If you kneel, it will trigger a media backlash against Harlee. Then, I’ll orchestrate events from behind the scenes to make Harlee pay back tenfold—no, a hundredfold—for what she’s done.”

Nola’s laughter rang through the phone, dripping with scorn and disbelief. Kneel for three hours? Was Errol out of his fucking mind? Why would she demean herself for his scheme? She was determined to confront Harlee on her own terms.

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“Never! I won’t kneel to Harlee, not for a second, much less three hours!” Nola declared, her voice thick with disgust and her eyes flashing with contempt.

On the other end, Errol remained calm, understanding the difficulty of his request. Since her return, Nola had been treated with the utmost respect, never once facing humiliation—until Harlee’s outrageous demand.

Yet, Errol was adamant that nothing could risk derailing his plans. After a brief pause, his expression hardened, showing a flash of irritability. His voice was cold and commanding as he spoke to Nola.

“I’m not asking for your opinion. I’m telling you to kneel to Harlee.”

Before the previous ordeal, Nola might have hesitated out of fear of Errol. But now, she saw him for what he was and dismissed him entirely. She remained silent, not out of fear, but from a refusal to dignify his command with a response.

Errol, realizing his granddaughter was slipping from his control, attempted a more patient approach.

“Look at the public opinion online. If you kneel, you can use this incident to turn the people of Mechuique against Harlee. She will end up miserable!”

Nola was unmoved. Degrade herself to deal with Harlee? She preferred to wait and tackle Harlee on her own terms.

Sensing no change in her stance, Errol’s face darkened. He viewed Nola as a crucial asset in eliminating Harlee, the looming threat. He hesitated and then played his trump card.

“Nola, if you help with my plan, I guarantee Davenport won’t become the acting head of the Happer family. Tomorrow, you’ll be the only candidate.”

Without giving her a chance to reply, Errol added, “Think carefully,” and ended the call.

Errol was confident in his granddaughter’s acumen. Faced with the temptation of his proposal, she would make the right choice.

In the car, Nola’s expression was stoic, her eyes dark and impenetrable, radiating an icy resolve. The stakes of becoming the head of the Happer family dwarfed her pride. She couldn’t refuse.

With a heavy heart, Nola opened an app on her phone. The online uproar over Harlee’s demand was unmistakable, stirring widespread outrage in Mechuique. As Nola scrolled through the comments, her grip on her phone tightened. The opportunity to turn Harlee into a public villain and secure her position as acting head of the family was too crucial to pass up. She decided to swallow her pride just this once. Harlee would not have the last laugh.

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