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    Caught up in his anger, Errol hadpletely forgotten to tell N about the shift in his n.


    Growing impatient, N was about to reconsider her approach when Harlee appeared around the corner, nked by a group of young people with cameras, engaged in lively conversation.


    The sight of the group made N frown—she despised appearing submissive in public.


    As N deliberated her next move, Harlee and the entourage approached.


    The most striking of the group noticed N, her expression lighting up with recognition. She hurried over, a cautious enthusiasm in her voice, and said, “Excuse me, are you N? I went to your school and I’ve always looked up to you. Could we take a picture together?”


    The others quickly gathered around, eager. Throughout, Harlee continued on her way to the vi without ncing at N, though she deliberately slowed her pace—she needed to give N a chance to act.


    “Sorry, I don’t like taking pictures,” N declined politely, offering a neutral smile before swiftly distancing herself from the group and catching up with Harlee.


    The young enthusiasts weren’t put off, particrly the first speaker. To her, absent Harlee, N was still the most impressive and beautiful girl she had ever seen.


    N pressed on, catching up to Harlee and reaching out tentatively.


    “Harlee—”


    Before N couldplete her sentence or even extend her hand, Harlee sidestepped her as if avoiding contagion, turning to regard her with a look of disdain.


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    “We’re not close.”


    With that, Harlee didn’t bother to gauge N’s reaction and simply continued on her way, walking at a rxed pace.


    N’s face darkened, her eyes brimming with animosity toward Harlee. Yet, recalling Errol’s instructions, she managed to curb her anger.


    “Harlee!” N called out forcefully, her voice echoing behind Harlee.


    The path from the za back to the vi was bustling, predominantly with elderly locals.


    N had preferred to orchestrate an “idental” meeting at the za, but Errol had other ideas, insisting she wait here instead.


    N’s shout drew the attention of the elderly bystanders, all too eager to indulge in neighborhood drama.


    N’s expression soured further. She was convinced Harlee was toying with her, fully aware of her disdain for public spectacles, yet forcing her to call out so disruptively.


    Harlee paused, a smirk curling her lips, her eyes glinting with a trace of frost. Stefan’s intelligencework had proven its worth, urately predicting Errol’s and N’s maneuvers.


    After wrapping up matters with the Happer family, Harlee considered instructing Stefan to establish a simrwork in Uwhor. She then recalled Serena was in Uwhor conducting experiments and decided to make it a point to let Stefan know of Serena’s presence in Uwhor.


    Watching Harlee halt yet remain unresponsive intensified N’s bitterness. Just as she had thought, Harlee had never viewed her as a friend. Now, N felt no guilt. It was best to let Harlee and Errol engage in their battle, hopefully to the bitter end.


    N quelled the bitterness swelling within her, quickly making her way to stand before Harlee. She had adopted the demeanor she held when they first met—seemingly innocent and sincere, with a warm smile that naturally drew people’s attention.


    The onlookers, including the elderly and a group of young people armed with cameras, were captivated by N’s presence. One particrly daring young man began snapping photos of N.


    A young woman paused briefly, and then, rather than capturing still images, she opted to record the scene, turning on her video camera.


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