Chapter 1670:
Before he could finish, Harlee interjected, âAbsolutely not. If you repeat the mistake of not stopping when I ask, youâll find yourself sleeping in the study.â
Rhysâ face stiffened, his striking features now looking somewhat pitiful, his voice filled with resignation as he said, âWell, I might manage for a few days.â
In that moment, the usually assertive CEO vanished, replaced by a man resigned to his fate. Rhys, afraid of Harlee, seemed willing to play the role of a hen-pecked husband.
âNow youâre talking,â Harlee remarked casually, holding her tablet. She moved from the sofa to the bed, lying down comfortably to continue watching the variety show.
Rhys pinched the space between his eyebrows, letting out a sigh. It seemed Harlee hadnât decided when he could stop sleeping on the sofa, and he knew he needed to do something to change her mind. Should he tempt her with food or charm? Hmm⦠It seemed there was only one choiceâ¦
Inside the silent study of the Happer family estate, the chill was palpable. Outside, thunder roared, and lightning flashed.
Errol sat in an antique armchair, watching Nola, who stood opposite him. Her usual confidence was gone, replaced by a grim demeanor and a tense expression. Errolâs wrinkled face showed a hint of displeasure. He planned to keep Nola waiting in the cold for a while longer.
Nola had changed significantly after reconnecting with the family two years ago. She was no longer the likable woman she once was; instead, she always seemed to challenge Errol, as if harboring a deep resentment toward him.
Moshe stood next to Errol, his expression stern, his presence nearly as imposing as Errolâs.
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In the Happer family, Moshe held a position second only to Errol, due to his indispensable contributions to the familyâs success.
Mosheâs gaze at Nola grew colder, sensing Errolâs displeasure.
âMiss Happer, your grandfather extended the announcement period for naming the new head of the Happer family for your sake, yet you still show no respect. Are you trying to dishearten him?â Moshe said.
Errolâs expression softened slightly at Mosheâs words. He picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Nola responded with a dismissive âOh.â
She was accustomed to Mosheâs attitude and wasnât angered by it, but she certainly didnât agree with his statement. Extending the announcement period for her sake? That felt hypocritical. Everyone knew Errol favored Davenport to be the acting head, who was currently confined to a hospital bed, and that was the sole reason for the postponement.
Now, without the support of the Cavendish family, Nola could no longer afford to be defiant. She glanced at Errolâs face and said in a controlled tone, âGrandpa, I apologize. I was distracted just now.â
Errol waved his hand dismissively.
âI know youâre a good girl. Just make sure you behave in the future. I wonât hold this against you this time. Now, go and clear your head.â
Nola paused before nodding firmly at Errol.
âIt wonât happen again. Iâll take my leave to handle my responsibilities now.â
With that, Nola turned and quickly left the study, not allowing Errol another chance to scold her. This was as far as she was willing to compromise. Anything more, and she would not hesitate to push back openly.
After Nolaâs departure, Moshe approached Errol with a grave expression. He leaned in and reported respectfully, âMr. Happer, Ms. Sanderson, whom Miss Happer views as a formidable adversary, seems to be linked to the Cavendish familyâs downfall. With no support from Celine, Miss Happerâs influence has significantly weakened.â
Following the Cavendish familyâs decline, Moshe had dispatched his men to investigate and had tried to intervene to salvage their familyâs fortunes. However, his efforts had yielded nothing substantial. The more he intervened, the quicker the Cavendish family seemed to crumble. It appeared someone had anticipated his every move, always staying a step ahead.
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