Chapter 1647: Chapter 1647

Chapter 1647:

Celine knocked on the office door.

“Come in,” Karl commanded from inside.

Karl’s voice made Celine involuntarily shiver. She had previously caused a stir at the Moonlit Bar, and it was only due to her family’s influence that Karl hadn’t inflicted severe physical punishment. Since then, she had harbored a deep-seated fear of him.

Gathering her courage, Celine opened the door.

Sitting behind the desk, Karl looked up, his gaze cool and emotionless.

“What is it?”

Unable to hold his piercing stare, Celine averted her eyes and said in a subdued tone, “Mr. Sandoval, someone is causing trouble downstairs and insisting on seeing you.”

Karl’s frown deepened, his expression stern, exuding an intimidating aura that made Celine’s nerves taut.

“Oh? Who dares to cause such a commotion at the Moonlit Bar?”

“Anyway, I just came up to inform you,” Celine said meekly.

After her words, Celine hurried out of the office, not daring to look back, as if escaping a terrifying creature. She wouldn’t have faced Karl if not for the necessity of dealing with Harlee. She knew the waiter wasn’t permitted to summon Karl directly. At best, he could only call the floor supervisor. Fearful of Karl but determined, she had braved the upstairs. Despite the years, the mere sight of Karl still reignited the phantom pains in her limbs.

Back at the booth, the drama had attracted a crowd, and Elva’s lips quivered incessantly.

“Harlee, I’ve heard the manager here is quite ruthless. Should we…”

Her voice broke into sobs.

Only then did Harlee notice Elva’s tear-filled eyes. She squeezed Elva’s hand reassuringly, her tone gentle.

“Trust me, okay?”

Elva looked at Harlee, her eyes wide and tears rolling down her cheeks. She was visibly frightened, but Harlee’s calm assurance brought her an unexpected tranquility, as though Harlee’s presence would make everything right.

Suddenly, the crowd stirred.

“Mr. Sandoval!” someone called out, and soon, other patrons greeted him.

Celine, who had returned to her booth earlier, watched as Karl approached Harlee. A smirk of anticipation spread across her face. She thought triumphantly that Harlee wouldn’t be so bold once she was dealt with.

When Elva heard the name “Mr. Sandoval,” her body tensed, and cold sweat trickled down her back. Her eyes widened with fear. She pinched her thigh sharply to steady herself but then subtly shifted to shield Harlee with her body. Despite her fear, Elva’s instinct was to protect Harlee.

Harlee observed Elva’s slender figure shielding her, feeling an indescribable emotion surge within her.

Karl’s heart skipped a beat as he realized the troublemaker Celine referred to was actually Harlee. No kidding! He almost acted out against Harlee under Celine’s misleading words. The stories of Rhys’ deep affection for Harlee flashed through his mind. Had he ordered security to corner Harlee, his fate would have been sealed today.

Karl internally praised himself for his usual caution. Gathering himself, he adopted a measured smile and respectfully greeted, “Mrs. Green, your presence is a great honor. Will you be staying in Uwhor for long? Please extend my regards to Mr. Green.”

At his words, Celine’s composure shattered. Her wine glass slipped from her grasp, spilling wine over her lap.

Elva was taken aback.

The sudden change in Karl, known for his harshness, left the crowd bewildered. What was wrong? Why the deference? And “Mrs. Green”? Who was “Mr. Green”? Karl, however, couldn’t concern himself with their reactions, as he knew his very survival depended on Harlee’s mood.

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