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    With these thoughts, N’s grip on the gun tightened, her presence growing increasingly menacing and terrifying. Why should she y nicely when Harlee only cared for Tonya?


    Harlee had always called them friends, but when N spoke of leaving, Harlee never asked her to stay. And when N sought vengeance, Harlee remained indifferent.


    Harlee slowly rose to her feet, cocked an eyebrow, and asked, “N, do you know what I detest the most?”


    N’s face showed uncertainty. She watched Harlee intently without a word, fearing she herself was the answer. Oddly, the prospect of her being the answer brought her a strange sense of joy, as it meant she had a unique ce in Harlee’s heart.


    N’s emotions toward Harlee had always been tangled, keeping her from acting against Harlee again for so long. She was unsure whether to proceed with her ns.


    Harlee tilted her head slightly and said nonchntly, “Above all, I despise hypocrisy. If I’m forced to deal with a hypocrite, I’d rather kill her.”


    She spoke the final words lightly, as though discussing something as ordinary as the weather.


    A fierce hatred flickered in N’s dark eyes, her rage simmering like a beast ready to pounce. Harlee’s words were a clear warning: if N dared bring up Tonya again, Harlee would not hesitate to confront her ruthlessly.


    N’s brows knitted tightly.


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    “Harlee, I’m willing to drop the issue with Davenport and won’t disclose your support for him to Errol, but only if you agree to revisit our old haunts with me. I assure you, Errol won’t trouble you.”


    Observing Harlee’s unchanging expression, N continued with determination.


    “You must understand that the Happer family is moreplicated than it appears. There’s a group operating in the shadows. They only answer to the heads of the family, and when given an order, they will eliminate not only the target but also the target’s family, rtives, and friends, leaving no chance for retaliation against the Happer family. If you agree to my request, I can help you get rid of this group.”


    N had lowered herself repeatedly. As long as Harlee was willing to revisit those ces with her, she could stop targeting Harlee and neutralize all threats for her, just like what Rhys had done for Harlee.


    Harlee briefly lowered her eyshes, shielding any emotions that might show, then lifted her gaze to meet N’s, which brimmed with anticipation.


    “No interest.”


    With these words, Harlee turned away, not sparing N another nce as she walked out of the coffee shop.


    N watched Harlee’s determined figure disappear, her dark eyes swirling with a cold, ruthless intensity.


    N dered, “Davenport might no longer be detained, but Errol’s trust in him has diminished. It’s unclear who will secure the leadership of the Happer family in three days.”


    N thought Harlee would pause at her words, but Harlee continued walking without faltering.


    After a moment’s hesitation, N bit her lip, shut her eyes, and called out, “Why can’t youpromise? Do you hate me that much? Do I disgust you? Harlee, you once said we were friends!”


    N had mustered all her courage to shout out thest sentence. Realizing she could not overpower Harlee, she knew her initial n to bind Harlee to her side by defeating her wouldn’t work. On impulse, she voiced her deepest thoughts.


    Whether it was leaving without a farewell ten years ago, assuming Serena’s identity to infiltrate the Happer family, or repeatedly targeting Harlee over the past decade, N’s motives had always been the same. She aspired to be the only person by Harlee’s side.


    Harlee stopped and turned, a flicker of astonishment in her sharp eyes. She absently yed with her phone, her face remaining impassive.


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