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

Chapter 1284

Chapter 1284:

Dario’s presence sparked Noel’s curiosity. “Dario, tell us about your connection with Harlee.”

This question drew Rhys’ and Goodwin’s attention sharply toward Dario. A good story could be revitalizing.

Goodwin chimed in, his interest piqued despite his exhaustion. “How did your paths cross with Mrs. Green? And I hear you’re acquainted with Miss Santos as well. Would you mind sharing that story?”

Tania, overhearing the conversation, adjusted herself in her seat. She had only recently learned by chance that Tonya and Harlee shared a connection with Dario, but the specifics of their relationships were still vague to her. She was eager to learn more.

Dario always enjoyed sharing how he first crossed paths with Harlee and Tonya. At Noel’s question, his energy soared. “I’m an orphan. Ever since I can recall, the Ivory Skeletons in Claelia ruled over me. They mistreated and enslaved women and children. Those days were even darker than today.”

creased.

and somber. “Indeed. Today is hard, but I have people who care for me and whom I care about. However, back then, I was utterly alone. To get by, I endured extreme degradation. In those days, the Ivory Skeletons often made family members harm each other just for food. There were times when a son would kill his

eyes. That place resembled a waking nightmare, where those deemed worthless

Green rescue you from that nightmare?” Goodwin

the Ivory Skeletons but also relocated us and taught us survival skills. Anyone struggling to abandon their barbaric ways received firm correction from Harlee and Tonya. Often,

injured?” His concern lingered, despite the events being in

and murmured, “I’m not sure.” He was not in a position to ask

They had only just won back their freedom. Plus, knowing Harlee, even if she were injured, she wouldn’t let it

understood his worry stemmed from concern for

Noel’s words. Sitting at the back, Tania clenched her fists in silence, dreading

and turned his attention to the fire, staring at it in silence. The mood turned solemn, punctuated only by the whispering

more, held back his words and