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

Chapter 688

Chapter 688: That day, Miss Morgans men dragged me to an isolated area near the mountain base, where she began her assault.

Her first kick hit my stomach, and she yelled that my suffering was because of my friendship with Harlee, someone she despised.

When my left arm broke under her pressure, she mocked me, saying I deserved it for daring to exist in her world.

She declared herself the esteemed Morgan family member and labeled me a worthless individual, fit only to amuse others.

She said dying by her hand was the highest honor Id ever achieve.

Later, as my right arm shattered, she threatened that no matter how likable I seemed, her wealth could silence any criticism.

She added that if I refused to submit, shed twist my death into a scandalous story, claiming I was a homewrecker beaten to death by an angry wife.

The courtroom fell into a heavy silence.

The grainy video had only shown a vague image of Lindsay kicking someone, but Tiffanys clear and unwavering tone painted a brutal picture that struck everyone in the room.

Lindsays cruel words and Tiffanys matter-of-fact recounting of her injuries left them in stunned disbelief.

As Tiffany spoke, tears suddenly streamed down her cheeks.

She called me garbage, a mere plaything for others entertainment, claiming I should be grateful for the privileges she could grant.

with sharp stones… Recalling the scene, Tiffanys voice faltered as her body

been resolute for so long, but the nights

her mind, and even sleep was plagued by nightmares

hadnt had

much since that day, for her tears had long

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the torment she suffered a thousandfold, shed at least bring Lindsay down

Tiffanys hand tightly, her face a

standing nearby, suddenly dropped something to

faint, it rang out in the

Tiffany, her face streaked with tears, and Lindsay,

lips moved faintly, but no sound

of dread and

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was Clint who finally

his chest, his face reflected both deep sorrow and empathy for

as he turned his piercing

His voice cracked with an intensity that shook

Even if justice

say more, Tiffany stepped forward,

in her own and