?Chapter 1630:


    “Harlee Sanderson!” N’s expression was livid as she struggled to contain her anger. She stood up abruptly andmanded her bodyguards sharply, “Get out!”


    The men in ck quickly obeyed, ushering the customers and staff out of the cafe.


    The two women faced each other with cold stares, their eyes locked in a fierce duel as if they were engaged in an intense battle.


    N’s expression grew darker, a discernible intent to kill emanating from her gaze.


    “Harlee, I won’t let the matter with Davenport slide. You n to use him to undermine me, but I won’t allow it. I want more than the headship of the Happer family. I want to use it to pursue you, to see you brought to your knees begging for mercy!” Her voice escted with each word.


    “I’m not deaf. There’s no need to shout.”


    Harlee’s eyes remained strikingly unemotional.


    N’s lips twisted into a faint smile as she gracefully wiped the coffee from her face, her anger subsiding slightly. It was evident that Harlee had made up her mind to target her. After years of ignoring her, Harlee finally recognized her as a serious contender.


    Gazing at Harlee, N said softly, “Ever wonder why I brought Tania close to you using the so-called notion of Tonya’s soul migrating to another body? And about those past events, Harlee, isn’t that why you haven’t acted against me yet?”


    Those past events fueled N’s boldness, serving as the cause of her hatred toward Harlee.


    Back then, N had always felt out of ce in the friendship between her, Harlee, and Tonya. Now, a decadeter, it seemed Harlee didn’t even understand the root of N’s animosity. N had to resort to using Tonya to catch Harlee’s attention. N was filled with bitterness. What an irony. And to think Harlee once called her a friend.


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    A cold light flickered in Harlee’s eyes at the mention of Tonya. She fixed her gaze sharply on N, her voice indifferent.


    “So?”


    N arched an eyebrow, her elegant demeanor masking a malicious intent.


    “Maybe we could negotiate a deal.”


    Harlee looked up slowly, a sh of hostility in her eyes, followed by a look of indifference andziness.


    “Not interested.”


    Harlee then emotionlessly took out her phone. Pausing briefly as she saw the caller ID, she pressed the answer button.


    The voice on the other end rang out.


    “The follow-up with the Green Group is arranged. I’ll be back tomorrow. Are you still at the vi, or are you discussing work with Stefan?”


    Harlee responded nonchntly, “I bumped into N. She proposed a deal. I turned her down.”


    N’s pupils narrowed suddenly, her expression twisting into one of fury. In Harlee’s presence, she felt like a moron, always throwing a tantrum, powerless against Harlee.


    Like now, Harlee stood nonchntly taking the call, her voice dripping with disdain for N, triggering N’s impulse to react explosively—far from her usualposed self.


    N clenched her fist, fighting to regain herposure. She hade with a clear purpose today and refused to let Harlee manipte her emotions. Rhys’ voice deepened slightly on the phone, tinged with concern.


    “What does she want?” His tone carried a sense of urgency.


    “Probably believes she has no chance of stepping in as the temporary head of the Happer family and wants me to stop supporting Davenport,” Harlee responded casually.


    Instantly, N’s fury boiled over. She lifted her gun, pointing it directly at Harlee’s forehead, her voice strained as she said, “Harlee, do you really think I’m scared of you?”


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