Chapter 1659: Chapter 1659

Chapter 1659:

“Ms. Sanderson, I must say, I don’t care what methods you used to make Celine kneel. She’s my best friend, and I won’t stand by while she’s bullied.”

Nola stepped in front of Celine, her stance protective and her voice resolute.

“If she has wronged you, I apologize on her behalf. I hope you’ll give her a chance and not demean her further.”

Harlee’s eyes, though smiling, were icy cold. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she gazed at Nola, the corners of her mouth turning up in a mocking smile. Nola’s response seemed completely off the mark. Was Nola afraid that Celine would discover their acquaintance? Interestingly, Harlee was keen on seeing them at each other’s throats.

Gazing at Celine, Harlee drawled, “Celine, it appears Nola hasn’t mentioned that she and I are quite the adversaries.”

Nola’s frown deepened, venomous feelings churning within, but she managed to maintain her composed smile.

“Ms. Sanderson, are you trying to sow discord between Celine and me?”

At Nola’s words, Celine shot Harlee a resentful glare, her original suspicion dissipating. Nola was her best friend. The idea of Harlee trying to drive a wedge between them seemed absurd.

“Humph, no way!”

“I have clothes and a first-aid kit in my car. Celine, go get changed and tend to your wounds. I’ll handle this,” Nola said.

Nola was astute as she realized keeping Celine away was essential to prevent more truths from surfacing during her confrontation with Harlee. Moreover, this gesture reinforced her bond with Celine, serving both to deepen their friendship and to strategize effectively.

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Harlee narrowed her cold eyes, her expression still inscrutable. Standing with her hands in her pockets, she casually said, “Well, considering you’re staging a display of loyalty, Nola, I’ll throw in a piece of news for you.”

Celine was seized with panic. It wasn’t the potential distancing from Nola due to the Cavendish family’s decline that worried her, but rather the crumbling of the reputation she had carefully cultivated.

Celine hastily said, “Harlee, I know I was wrong. Please, let’s keep this between us. If you forgive me, there’s still hope! My actions were impulsive, and I deeply regret them. I’m ready to publicly apologize in front of the entire Uwhor University if that’s what it takes.”

Harlee hooked one side of her lips. Celine wasn’t entirely foolish; she had anticipated Harlee’s next move. But Celine trusted Nola too much… Harlee relished the prospect of them fighting each other.

Harlee spoke calmly.

“This morning, the Duke of Mylo was stripped of his title, and the news will likely break this afternoon. Nola, instead of lingering here, perhaps you should consider finding a new ally.”

At Harlee’s words, Elva abruptly looked up. What? The Duke of Mylo was stripped of his title?

Recalling her conversation with Harlee the previous night, Elva swallowed hard, disbelief written across her face. She suspected Harlee had a hand in the title loss. But Harlee was from Mogluylia. How could she possibly influence the aristocracy of Uwhor?

Nola shared the same doubt. Though she took Harlee’s words seriously, she struggled to believe Harlee could exert such influence over Uwhor’s royalty. She assumed Mylo must have committed a crime, coincidentally losing his title at this critical time. As for the truth of this information, she never doubted it, knowing that Harlee was not one to lie.

The surrounding crowd widened their eyes, looking in shock at the flustered and distraught Celine. They were all college students. Only a fool wouldn’t grasp the significance of being stripped of a duke’s title. But the news hadn’t been released yet. How did Harlee know? And why was Celine here, staging a show and apologizing when her father had been stripped of his title? Could it be… The crowd’s gazes lingered on Harlee, some secretly relieved they hadn’t spoken too harshly about her.

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