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

Chapter 830:

Once everyone was securely inside the car, they had barely closed the doors when Rhys’ car rolled into view. In an instant, the five of them pressed themselves low against the car seats, their breaths held tight in the heavy silence. They remained motionless, a collective breath paused, until Rhys’ footsteps faded with the closing of the elevator doors.

“Hold off a little longer,” Lindsay murmured, her voice barely a whisper, as she put a restraining hand on the driver’s arm.

“The front might be crawling with reporters by now.”

Amidst the tension, the four people, now garbed in nondescript black instead of their waiter’s whites, exuded a stealthy readiness. The man in the middle of the back seat nonchalantly adjusted his snug collar and scoffed with a defiant tilt of his head.

“What’s there to be scared of? If they even think about snapping photos, I’ll make sure they regret it—with a bullet.”

“Go ahead, if you think you can handle it!” Lindsay shot back with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Lindsay secretly relished the thought of them acting rashly, which would give her the perfect pretext to summon Hale over to deal with them all.

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the screen, a faint smile playing on her lips before she slid the device back into her purse and said firmly, “Now.” With that,

Yet, as they pulled away in the car, the empty streets with not a single reporter in sight confirmed Lindsay’s

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searching the presidential suite and finding it deserted, Rhys repeatedly attempted to contact Harlee, but her

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