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

Chapter 1228

Chapter 1228:

Rhys… As Harlee watched him stride away, her breath hitched. Leaning on the rocks for support, she willed herself to stand, her gaze tracking his every movement. Was the old Rhys back?

On the battlefield, Rhys moved with the unstoppable force of a storm. Precisely, he eliminated each opponent in his path as he made his way toward Matteo, each step deliberate and fierce, like an avenger.

Matteo, repeatedly struck by Rhys’ gunfire, fell back behind his last few guards, his heart sinking as Rhys approached.

Though it was the same Rhys who had been firing just moments before, something about him now seemed profoundly changed.

His panic deepening, Matteo hurriedly pushed two of his guards ahead as human barriers.

One after another, Matteo’s guards dropped, their bodies accumulating on the crimson-stained earth.

spared them no glance. His cold, steadfast stare

it all on

his ammunition was exhausted, Rhys grabbed a rifle from a downed enemy. When that rifle ran dry, he switched to his dagger to secure another weapon. This relentless

him, Matteo’s eyes widened in frantic disbelief. All his men were defeated. He had had so many. How could Harlee and Rhys have

contempt. Matteo’s body stiffened as if turned to

managed just a gasp before Rhys twisted his jaw

don’t deserve to speak.” Rhys plucked a cigarette from Matteo’s pocket, lit it effortlessly, and blew a cloud

to cough

cold, chilling to the bone. Leaning close to Matteo’s ear, he murmured, “Contemplate that in hell.” With a fierce look in his eyes, Rhys slammed Matteo’s head backward and pressed the burning cigarette into his

voice rough and guttural, as he thrashed on the ground like a madman. The vengeful gleam in his

not form coherent words. Ever since Rhys had dislocated his jaw, Matteo had lost the ability to articulate

as she watched. The man she had yearned

harm someone I care about? How many times did you stab her?” Rhys’ voice was steady, almost detached, as he picked up a dagger. His slender fingers gripped the handle tightly. Without waiting for