NovelEnglishChapter 1686: In their circles, Nola had always been seen as haughty, never one to bow or apologize to anyone. So hearing her admit her faults in such a manner made the elderly onlookers reconsider their initial judgments and sparked their curiosity about Harlee's identity.
The voices of those who had earlier chastised Harlee for being too harsh on a repentant Nola dwindled. They enjoyed their gossip, but they weren't foolish.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHarlee's expression remained impassive as she watched Nola's increasingly theatrical display, finding it more amusing than convincing. Initially, Harlee had thought Nola was a formidable opponent, but now Nola seemed rather insignificant. The tactics Nola had employed in their recent confrontations had been unimpressive. Resolved to intensify the challenge, Harlee planned to make things even more difficult for Nola.
Under the crowd's watchful eyes, Harlee took a deliberate step toward Nola, her expression unreadable as she extended a hand. Almost instinctively, Nola stepped back.
Realizing her own reaction might have been too abrupt, Nola lifted her gaze and nervously smiled at Harlee, saying, "My foot's just a little numb." Harlee ignored Nola's feeble excuse and took another step closer. Without warning, she grasped Nola's chin, her touch deliberate and firm. Her expression remained emotionless, and her voice was low and steady.
"Nola, don't bother with these little games in front of me. Has no one ever told you how painfully bad your acting is? Or is it just that the only fools willing to put up with your theatrics are dimwits like Celine?" A slow smirk curled at the corner of Harlee's lips, her gaze dripping with condescending amusement.
"Tell me, have you convinced yourself I'll forgive you? How about I kill you first and apologize later?" Harlee spoke the last sentence softly, just loud enough for only Nola to hear.
Nola fought to suppress the resentment rising within her, her fingers digging into her palms as she looked at Harlee. Harlee's words had almost pushed her to the edge, threatening to shatter her fragile composure. Nola replied, "Harlee, I know you deeply misunderstand me, but that's okay. Please tellwhat I need to do to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes if it means our friendship can return to what it was." Nola had never sunk this low before. When she was friends with Harlee, she always maintained an air of superiority despite her overwhelming insecurities. She had never been so humbled, never allowed herself to appear weak in front of others. But now, her mentality was slowly contorting, twisting in a way she couldn't stop. Simply killing Harlee was no longer enough to quench the raging inferno of hatred burning within Nola. Nola wanted to shred Harlee's tendons, flay the skin from her bones, and force her to watch as the people she held dear were thrown into a boiling cauldron—only to then make her constheir flesh. Nola wanted Harlee to die in unimaginable agony.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStanding across from Nola, Harlee merely lifted her delicate eyebrows, her lips curling into a light, indifferent smile. It was as though she were looking at an insect.
That subtle smile at the corner of Harlee's mouth was like a blade twisting in Nola's gut, filling her with the urge to rip her apart on the spot.
The next moment, Harlee spoke slowly.
"You are willing to do whatever it takes, right? Since you put it that way, I want you to..."
Nola's breath hitched. Her eyes, unable to mask the flood of resentment within them, flickeredh with unmistakable shock. What gwas Harlee playing now? She didn't believe for a second that Harlee would surrender, but for the sake of the mission, she feigned surprise and asked, "What do you wantto do?"
Harlee's gaze locked onto Nola's hypocritical eyes, and she curled her lips. With a voice devoid of any warmth, she replied, "I want you to kneel here for three hours."
The words struck Nola like a lightning bolt, even though she had steeled herself mentally. The crowd'sreaction was immediate-eyes was I bulged in shock, as if they might pop right out of their sockets. Had this woman really just called for Errol's most beloved granddaughter to kneel and apologize? In public? This was going too far, right?
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