Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Harlee, with deliberate slowness, positioned herself in the drivers seat and left the door ajar.

As Etta moved toward the passenger side, Harlee halted her abruptly.

Etta, did I ever say you could get in the car? Did you ask if you could? Ettas expression stiffened, and she retraced her steps to her original position.

Harlee, Im sorry.

Did I presume too much again? I thought… Again? Harlees voice was cold as she slammed the car door, her tone commanding.

Though Im in a good mood today, lets make one thing clear.

You have no right to use that tone with me! Youre merely a maids daughter living under the Sanderson familys charity, not by blood relation! Harlees gaze was haughty, filled with scorn as she faced Etta.

You have no reason to play the victim here! You live in a villa, have money at your disposal, and even a driver to chauffeur you.

What grievances can a maids daughter possibly have? And dont remind me about the past decades youve spent with the Sandersons.

Find your next read at gⱯlnσν????ℓs․com If it werent for my parents generosity, youd likely be crammed in a dilapidated apartment! Understand this, Etta.

more than a maids

color, her eyes igniting with a fierce blend of rage

hurl at Harlee lodged in her throat as she caught sight of Harlees icy

visitors who had supported Harlee the previous evening tempered her fiery impulse, silencing her bitter words before they could

engine, smoothly switched gears, and nonchalantly

at Etta, noting her ashen

Harlee posed a simple

teetering on the brink

assertions, though stark, rang

of her place, forbidden from wielding tricks against someone of Harlees standing, an

she would be weathering life in a dilapidated rental rather than the luxury of

her pride and her

approached, bearing a steaming cup of

who had clearly witnessed Harlees blatant bullying, would step in to

walked over with an unsettling calm and silently handed the milk to Harlee,

in Ettas eyes,

shadows before, prompting her to adopt a more pitiful facade in hopes of

it