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

Chapter 1251

Chapter 1251:

“Thank you for placing your trust in me,” Harlee said, bowing deeply, her eyes brimming with tears. “I thought only a few would dare to choose an uncertain future, but I never expected such overwhelming trust from all of you. So, I’ve made up my mind…”

She raised her voice, determination in her words. “I’m going to establish a new Shadow Moon Company. The details are still being worked out, but I promise you all will keep your familiar roles!”

“Hooray!” they all cheered, their voices loud with excitement. They had been forced into a life of violence, but they didn’t want to continue down that path. Harlee’s willingness to create a new, fitting opportunity for them touched their hearts.

As the group buzzed with excitement, Rhys, who had remained silent for some time, walked slowly to Harlee’s side. His eyes scanned the room, lingering on his shadow guards hidden in the corners, who seemed out of place amid the jubilant celebration. He said calmly, “If any of my people yearn for a different life, you are welcome to join them.”

The shadow guards fell into stunned silence when they heard this. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to; they simply couldn’t fathom such good fortune coming their way. They were accustomed to the life of shadow guards with no true identities of their own. Therefore, they dared not dream of a life as ordinary people.

interested?” Rhys asked, his tone

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who had gradually stepped away from his identity as a shadow guard, took the initiative and stepped forward. “Mr. Green truly

had wavered found their courage and stepped forward. In less than three minutes, every one of them moved with newfound resolve, their heads lifted high. They, too,

curved into a rare smile, and his gaze softened as it settled on

nearly four hundred people. A headache

final tasks first. After that, everyone will return to

of the villa erupted into cheers, filling the air with the energy of a bustling market. At that moment, everyone was filled with hope for a bright, new

times and stabbed him just as many, Waylon lingered only

with his eyes wide open. However, his gaze wasn’t filled with hatred for Harlee. Instead, they were fixed on the spot where his tattoo of Marisa’s image once marked him. It was unclear whether he cried remembering Marisa or regretting how he had treated her. Only he knew the

a sense of satisfaction. But instead, he was left with a hollow emptiness, as though the act

the living, while those who remain continue to push forward, holding onto