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

Chapter 854:

“Ah…” Inside, Etta’s eyes went wide with shock. She stood immobilized.

Confronted with the electric chair, her body shook uncontrollably. She couldn’t form words, only manage to scream.

As the black-clad guard continued to drag Etta, her strength waned, and she eventually collapsed to the floor.

Her face drained of color, filled only with fear and anxiety.

In utter terror, Etta pointed a shaking finger at the electric chair less than half a meter away, her legs involuntarily retreating. She opened her mouth slightly but couldn’t utter a sound. This electric chair… What was happening? Were they really going to subject her to unrecorded interrogation? Was this just a nightmare? It must be a nightmare.

Without warning, Etta brought her hand down sharply, slapping her own face. It was only when the pain struck that she realized everything before her was not a dream.

At that moment, one thought consumed her mind: Harlee had always been a person she could never afford to cross. The Sanderson family likely meant nothing to Harlee.

Harlee herself was more fearsome than the entire family combined!

became empty, overwhelmed by profound despair. She had finally come to understand her grave mistakes, but it was all too late. With desperation, she rose from the floor and turned toward Tonya, earnestly saying, “I’ll talk. I’m ready to

Etta with measured steps, the sound

smile curved on her lips, and a mischievous sparkle shone in her

“Too late.”

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any thought of resistance vanished, and she walked quietly to the

enough to be friends

if she uttered another word, she would be taken to countless small rooms. There, she would endure torture until she was unrecognizable, and only then would they send her to the hospital. Once she had recovered, the

on Tonya. She was aware that if she dared to

held back the terror and anxiety swelling within her, still willing to gamble once more, betting that Harlee’s need for information on Hale

I’m unsure why you’re allowed to conduct off-the-record interrogations, remember, the information comes from me. I choose whether to speak. Your methods may involve non-stop torture, sending me back to the hospital to keep me

you considered what

me. You might find other ways to learn, but no one

this threat, Etta