Chapter 1725: Chapter 1725

Chapter 1725:

The undercurrent of schadenfreude was unmistakable, and the others felt the same way. Opportunities like this were rare, and they intended to savor it.

Rhys was supposed to descend alongside Harlee, but she had made it clear she had her own plans.

“Stay put,” she had instructed, her voice like a blade wrapped in silk. He had considered protesting, but one glance from her—steady and unreadable—had sealed his lips and anchored him to his seat. Now, with Rhys not nearby, Jianna and the others secretly mocked him.

Cillian, ever the observant one, shot a glance toward the second floor before subtly tugging Robbie’s sleeve. Leaning in, he murmured, “Rhys has a perfect view of us from up there. Ease up on that grin.”

But Robbie was never one to heed warnings. Instead of dialing it down, he grinned even wider, his expression practically gleaming with mischief. If mockery had a face, it would have been his at that moment.

Seeing no other option, Cillian quietly shifted to block Robbie from Rhys’ direct line of sight, though the others weren’t as fortunate.

On the second floor, Patrick, seated beside Rhys, could almost hear the silent funeral march playing for them. Poor fools. They thought Rhys was too preoccupied with Harlee to notice, but Rhys had the uncanny ability to watch everything at once. His focus might have been locked on Harlee, but his mind was a battlefield where no movement went unnoticed.

Darin widened his eyes slightly. Then, as his gaze flicked back to Harlee, something changed in his expression. His mind raced. Fortunately, he had always shown her a measure of respect. Otherwise… Well, some fates weren’t worth tempting.

Harlee ascended the stage with the grace of a predator who knew exactly when to strike. Her face remained a mask of calm, betraying nothing of the thoughts simmering beneath the surface. If not for Lexus’ persistent requests for this dramatic entrance, she would have chosen something less conspicuous. She wasn’t one to bask in the limelight—not yet, at least. Revealing her true identity too soon would only complicate matters, robbing her of the thrill of the unfolding game. And then there was Errol.

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Her gaze found Errol with unerring precision. He was seated in the shadows, his presence like a coiled serpent waiting for the right moment to strike. Her eyes, cold as winter’s first frost, locked onto his, their depths unreadable.

She understood him. The moment he pieced together who she really was, he would see her as a loose thread in the fabric of his carefully woven plans—one that needed to be cut. And right now, he was likely already calculating the sharpest way to do it.

Beneath the stage, Robbie and the others couldn’t help but notice how Harlee’s gaze was locked onto Errol. It didn’t take long for Errol to sense their stares closing in on him.

Robbie smirked. Crossing Harlee wasn’t just a terrible mistake—it was a death sentence. Or worse, a fate so cruel that death would seem like mercy. Before she made a move, Errol was already unraveling, his nerves fraying at the edges. He squirmed. It was as if Harlee’s piercing stare had wrapped around his throat, squeezing the breath out of him.

Lexus scanned the room, noting every guest’s reaction. Harlee, his most outstanding student, was truly one of a kind in both looks and temperament. That natural, commanding aura she carried—undeniable, unshakable—was something even he, her mentor, could never hope to match. So, it didn’t surprise him in the slightest that the guests were shocked.

Suppressing his own emotions, Lexus stepped forward, took Harlee’s hand, and addressed the crowd, his voice cutting through the stunned silence.

“Ladies and gentlemen, beyond introducing my student today, I have an even more important announcement to make.”

A pause. A breath. Then, turning to Harlee with unwavering sincerity, Lexus declared, “From this moment on, all of my assets will be inherited by Harlee. Neither Gilmore nor my dear grandson, Ableson, will receive a single cent.”

Gasps rippled through the hall like a wave. Shock painted every face as the weight of his words sank in.

And Lexus wasn’t finished.

“Furthermore, as of today, Ableson and I are severing all ties with Gilmore. He will go his way, and we will go ours—never to cross paths again.”

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