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.

nothing more than

to be something youre not! Ettas complexion drained of color, her eyes igniting with a fierce blend of rage

to hurl at Harlee lodged in her throat as she caught sight

previous evening tempered her

gears, and

sidelong glance at Etta, noting

barely perceptible arch of her brow, Harlee posed a simple question, her voice

her lips, a rebuttal teetering on

assertions, though stark, rang

daughter of a maid, she was painfully reminded of her place, forbidden from wielding tricks against someone of Harlees standing, an unrelenting

for the Sanderson family, she would be weathering life in a dilapidated rental rather than the luxury of the villa, a truth as cold and hard as the walls

wrestled with her pride and her perceived contributions, which now seemed

approached, bearing a steaming cup of milk intended

to the fragile hope that Skyla, who had clearly witnessed Harlees blatant bullying,

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

welled in Ettas eyes,

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

now, it was painfully