Chapter 1658:
Suddenly, the presidentâs voice cut through the crowd.
âWhat are you all doing here? Shouldnât you be in class?â
At his command, the crowd swiftly parted, creating a clear path.
The president and the girl beside him came into view of everyone, including Harlee and Celine, who were surrounded in the center.
Upon recognizing the girl beside the president, Celineâs demeanor shifted to one of elation, her eyes alight with a glimmer of hope.
The girl was none other than Nola, clad in a black tube top and pants, with a Chanel bag slung over her shoulder. Her hair was neatly pinned, she wore sunglasses, and her face remained emotionless.
Nola, a major benefactor of the Uwhor University laboratory and a celebrated figure among the students, was immediately recognized by the onlookers. Nolaâs gaze found Harlee immediately, resting on her for a prolonged moment. Unaware of the issues surrounding the Cavendish family, Nola had been pondering ways to ensure Celine remained useful to her grand schemes. Suddenly, something occurred to her.
Nola looked back at Celine. Why was this usually proud and assertive woman kneeling on the ground? Could something have happened to the Cavendish family? This seemed unlikely. Could Harleeâs influence extend that far?
Harlee watched Nola approach, detecting the astonishment in Nolaâs expression. A sly grin played across her face. So, Nola and Celine knew each other. The situation was growing more intriguing.
Over the brief fifty-meter walk, Nola raced through countless scenarios in her mind, yet she found it hard to accept Harleeâs significant influence. Convinced that the Cavendish family hadnât suffered any mishap, Nola assumed that Celineâs current predicament was due to Harleeâs intimidation.
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Resolved to act the part of Celineâs loyal friend, Nola walked over, stopped before Celine, and bent down to clutch her hand, wanting to help her to her feet. She asked, âCeline, why are you on the ground? Has this woman been troubling you? Donât worry. Weâre all here. Our Uwhor University community stands together and wonât let an outsider harass one of our own!â
Upon noticing Celine kneeling, the president had been eager to leave the scene promptly. He dared not offend either Celine or the woman who had compelled her to kneel, so he slowly edged toward the periphery of the crowd, hoping to sidestep any involvement.
However, Nola wasnât about to let the president slip away unnoticed.
âRight, sir?â she asked, tilting her head toward the president with a calm voice.
The president managed an awkward smile, wisely choosing neither to speak nor to nod.
Nola had expected the university students to support her call immediately, but to her surprise, silence fell. Her expression darkened. A bunch of useless people!
Celine, tugging at Nolaâs hand nervously, whispered, âNola, she didnât force me. I knelt down willingly to apologize.â
Nola froze, her expression visibly darkened. But soon, she regained her composure. She assisted Celine to stand, dusted her off gently, and tenderly wiped the blood from Celineâs knees with her handkerchief.
This gesture deeply touched Celine, who had feared Nola would scorn her for her subservience. Celine was taken aback by Nolaâs seemingly unchanged kindness.
Little did Celine know that Nola was already preparing to draw a line between them. It was just that, before confirming Celine was no longer of use to her, Nola still made an effort to feign concern for Celine. After all, Celine was still connected to the influential Cavendish family. Nola was determined not to let anyone disrupt her ambitions to assume leadership within the Happer family.
Standing opposite Nola, Harlee caught a flash of disgust and loathing toward Celine in Nolaâs eyes.
Narrowing her eyes, Harlee curled her lips into a smile and pointed at Celine, posing the question to Nola.
âDoes she know we know each other?â
Nola struggled to suppress the venomous emotions bubbling within her, her gaze flickering. She glanced at Celine with a look of mock heartache and then turned back to Harlee with a cool tone.
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