TimeNovelChapter 1720: Nola clenched her fist, a silent vow forming in her mind. In the future, her background checks would be more thorough, more like a fine-tooth comb. She would not stumble blindly into the lairs of influential figures.
"Thank you for your guidance, Grandfather," she said, her voice now laced with genuine respect.
"Your words are etched in my memory." Errol waved a dismissive hand, a silent command for her to leave.
Nola gave a respectful bow, her movements precise, before retreating, step by measured step, to the study door. She turned, her head held high, her posture radiating an air of confidence that belied the turmoil within.
Errol watched her go, his eyes narrowing, turning as dark as a moonless night. He turned to Moshe, his voice a low growl.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I want round-the-clock surveillance on Nola. I need to know every breath she takes and every move she makes, no matter how insignificant." "Yes," Moshe replied, his eyes mirroring the darkness in Errol's.
Two days later, in Remson Manor's living room, after Aldrich's relentless persuasion, Alina had finally yielded, agreeing to spend a few days with him at Kiln Mine.
Cillian, Robbie, and Judson had been dispatched to Uwhor on assignment, leaving only Jianna and Patrick at Remson Manor.
Jianna, perched on the edge of the sofa, took a sip of water, her eyes on Harlee, who was sprawled across the chaise lounge, engrossed in a game. Jianna said, "Harlee, Lexus' banquet is tomorrow night. Brice had a whole wardrobe of gowns flown in. Would you like to try son?" Brice's efforts had left Jianna in a state of sartorial bewilderment. The sheer volof gowns was overwhelming. She couldn't decide which color or style would best suit Harlee.
gvlnovs.om hosts thrilling adventures Harlee, still immersed in her game, shifted her position, her eyes half-closed.
"No need," she said, her tone casual.
"I'll wear the one with the mark. You can choose one for yourself from the rest." So, Brice had already taken care of it...
Jianna nodded.
"Okay. Are we flying to Uwhor tonight, or tomorrow morning?" "Tomorrow morning," Harlee replied.
As if on cue, the sweet chof victory sounded from Harlee's phone. She slipped the device back into her pocket, rose from the chaise lounge, and looked at Jianna, her face an impassive mask. Then, a slow smile curved her lips.
"Don't let your nerves get the better of you, Jianna. We'll cross that bridge when we cto it. Even if Errol and Nola decide to crash the party, they won't dare overstep their bounds. What's there to be afraid of?" With these words, Harlee turned and ascended the stairs, her slender figure radiating an aura of nonchalant confidence.
Jianna felt a sliver of tension ease from her shoulders. She desperately wanted to tell Harlee that it was natural for anyone to be worried about Errol and Nola causing trouble. But...
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJianna frowned. In Harlee's eyes, those two were probably just gnats buzzing around a lion.
It was six-thirty in the evening.
The Uwhor Royal Hotel was buzzing with reporters.
Hosting a banquet at this century-old hotel required more than just deep pockets. It demanded prestige and a certain cachet. Under normal m circumstances, such an event would have been beyond Lexus' reach. But this time, the Royal Hotel's CEO had personally extended the invitation-a change of venue orchestrated by Harlee herself. Her aim was simple: to ensure Lexus' comfort and standing in Uwhor, solidifying his place within his family.
The banquet itself reflected Lexus' wishes. It was a study in understated elegance, a far cry from ostentatious displays of wealth. Simplicity and atmosphere were the watchwords.
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