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

Chapter 1269

Chapter 1269:

“I’ve already talked it over with Robbie, and we both agree it’s a challenging plan to execute. Apart from their lack of farming expertise, do you really think they’d adapt to country life?” Harlee asked, her tone steady but her face marked by concern.

“So, expanding on Brenton’s concept, I integrated some of your ideas,” Rhys said, his smile carrying a hint of intrigue.

Harlee, fascinated, looked up. “What do you mean?”

Rhys detailed his plan. “Remember your idea for a discreet information network? I think it’s achievable. We could station them nationwide, even globally. On the surface, we’d be managing a farmhouse restaurant, but in reality, our team would be amassing valuable intelligence.”

As Harlee’s expression brightened, Rhys added, “We could then employ hacking strategies to conceal their identities and market the information we gather.”

Harlee’s mind raced with new thoughts. She playfully nudged Rhys’ arm, joking, “That’s an excellent idea. Why didn’t you bring it up sooner?” Rhys offered no reply, simply playfully tousling her hair. He had delayed suggesting the idea until he had fully assessed the information network’s potential risks. His priority was keeping Harlee safe from any further dangers.

presence. “I’m still here. Could you maybe keep

is your story

expression more serious. “If you’re feeling jealous, you might consider

partner had evaded him. After years of lighthearted spats with this couple, he often found himself at a loss for

“I can manage the farmhouse restaurant

restaurant business. At this point, the main concern is how the

entrusting you with safeguarding the Sanderson family. I won’t

focus on your pregnancy,” Brenton responded,

arm around Harlee’s waist, giving Brenton an earnest look. “If you encounter any problems

giving Rhys a friendly pat on the shoulder before

fully integrated into the Sanderson family. Despite occasional minor disagreements, no

sunlight sparkled over the sea, casting shimmering reflections as Harlee, clutching Rhys’ arm, stood on the