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

Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275:

Everyone, except for Goodwin, was filled with excitement. Most of them were members of the Shadow Moon Society, and they greatly admired the founders, Harlee and Tonya. The chance to visit the replicated places they had once been was an exhilarating experience for them. “Yes!” Their voices rose with excitement.

As the group proceeded, the undergrowth thinned and the disordered trees gave way to a landscape littered with bones, complicating their path.

They had reached the second replicated scene. That place was known for its fierce warriors, battling to the death, leaving bones scattered across the landscape. Harlee and Tonya had once nearly perished there while retrieving a precious herb, though they had managed to escape.

If Harlee’s memory served her right, she and Tonya had saved a boy back then. She couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing now.

Meanwhile, Goodwin pondered the number of corpses Tonya might have transported to this chilling site, feeling a shiver down his spine. He exhaled deeply. Clearly, friends of Rhys and Harlee were far from ordinary. The group slowed their pace to avoid the bones. Out of nowhere, a haunting wail echoed from a wooden hut not far off.

Goodwin tensed, nearly shrieking, but Patrick quickly covered his mouth, whispering, “Stay quiet. What if there’s danger ahead?” Goodwin suppressed his fear.

Rhys shared a knowing look and cautiously advanced, with Patrick and

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a well-dressed group wielding wooden sticks was assaulting a disheveled

your master. Defy me, and I will beat you to death!” The boy, covered in blood and barely able to stand, replied with defiance, “Nonsense!

she pulled Rhys forward. Blood obscured the boy’s face, yet his captors displayed no fear, parading him as a trophy of their

leader hissed. At these words, a dark shadow crossed Harlee’s face, a fleeting look of wrath flickering in her

this. You prioritize our baby’s safety.”

he heard the leader curse Tonya, he gathered enough strength to push himself up. He charged at the leader, shouting, “Be quiet! She’s not gone!” The leader,

serene grin. What was there to be afraid of in death? He was ready to sacrifice his life

the boy anticipated didn’t strike. Instead, strong arms embraced him, easing him

looked up to discover his savior routing each attacker. Soon, a woman joined him. He gazed at her stern face and cold eyes, his thoughts