Chapter 1713: Chapter 1713

Chapter 1713:

At that moment, Harlee had just picked up Elva from Uwhor University, and the two were waiting in the VIP lounge.

Harlee, sucking on a lollipop, lounged with one leg over the other, exuding a relaxed demeanor. She casually picked up the phone that had been tossed on the table and pressed the answer button.

Elva, too hungry to care, focused on replenishing her energy with the refreshments available.

“Lecture’s over?” Harlee asked.

Serena’s voice on the other end was cheerful yet sharp.

“Harlee, mission accomplished! Also, guess who I just ran into?” Her tone cooled noticeably in the last sentence.

Harlee didn’t hesitate.

“Errol.”

Elva, who was looking for more food, nearly stumbled over herself when Harlee said the name. She steadied herself by grabbing the nearest table.

Elva stood still, tense, staring at Harlee, who was on the phone. Who was Harlee talking to? Why was Errol involved? Could he be causing trouble again? Her anxiety deepened, and her gaze on Harlee became increasingly concerned.

Harlee, catching Elva’s reaction, mouthed a silent “It’s fine” before refocusing on Serena.

Serena wasn’t surprised Harlee had guessed correctly. In her eyes, Harlee was nearly omniscient.

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Serena quickly explained Errol’s interest in acquiring the breakthrough drug and analyzed the situation.

“Harlee, we’ve only disclosed this information to heads of state. Errol shouldn’t have caught wind of it this quickly—unless he has inside connections. If so, we might have a problem.”

Serena would rather walk barefoot on broken glass than hand over the sales rights of the breakthrough drug to Errol. Anyone who stood against Harlee was, in her eyes, already six feet under. Errol thought he could get his hands on the revolutionary drug she had developed? Ha. He might as well be chasing the wind.

Harlee listened to Serena’s breakdown without so much as a twitch in her expression. She idly pulled the lollipop from between her lips, where she had already gnawed it into a sharp corner, and said, “Go on.”

Taking the cue, Serena resumed her analysis.

“The fact that he dared to approach me so brazenly means he’s not the least bit worried about exposing this secret. I suspect his influence might be far more insidious and powerful than we initially estimated. And why would a conglomerate that built its empire on weapons suddenly crave a foothold in pharmaceuticals? There’s no way he has noble intentions. Harlee, do you think he’s scheming to spark an economic meltdown? Or perhaps—”

Serena rattled off several possibilities, each one darker than the last, before pausing, her expression turning somber.

“Harlee, how do you want to play this? I’m ready to act on your command.”

Harlee slipped the lollipop back into her mouth, her eyes dark and unfathomable like storm clouds before a downpour. The flicker of intrigue she had held moments ago was now replaced with something colder—something final.

“You can agree to his request,” she said, her tone light yet razor-sharp.

“But tell him that we will only work with one exclusive partner, and the entry price is ten billion dollars.”

Serena blinked.

“When did we decide to limit the partnership to a single entity? Weren’t we going to hand it over to the Mogluylia government for the benefit of the people?”

But as soon as she voiced the question, clarity struck like lightning. The total worth of the Happer family fortune barely scraped ten billion. Harlee wasn’t simply rejecting Errol—she was preparing to consume his empire whole. Before Harlee could elaborate, Serena straightened, her mind already racing ahead.

“Understood. I’ll get in touch with him now.”

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