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

Chapter 1318

Chapter 1318:

Paulina paused, her eyes drifting toward Serena, and murmured, “I didn’t expect to meet Serena here.”

Had Paulina known Serena would be here, she would have avoided this place, despite it being her last hope. Her parents, while not worsening Serena’s situation back then, had also done nothing to assist her. Unease overcame Paulina, feeling unfit to seek any aid from Serena. This was why Paulina had pretended to be asleep until Harlee arrived, when she slowly opened her eyes, filled with shame.

Harlee was taken aback. Although Paulina hadn’t spoken explicitly, the message was clear. It was unusual for someone raised by cruel parents to maintain such awareness.

Harlee struggled to grasp how Paulina, once a privileged young woman, had endured abuse for nearly a year, managed to flee to Baythorn, and after being wounded, had dragged herself to the wealthy Remson Manor. Feeling her protective gear tugged at, Harlee gazed downward and noted Serena’s hand, her plea evident. Harlee was baffled by Serena’s intentions of intervening.

Serena clenched her fist, her other hand anxiously pulling on Harlee’s sleeve. “Harlee, please help save the Fletcher family. Paulina’s future depends on them. I fear that brute Samson will show no mercy.” The current Samson was nothing like the one he used to be. He had become ruthless, completely indifferent to his own daughter. It seemed he was capable of beating Paulina and her parents to death without a second thought.

by her plea for the Fletcher family,

injuries?” Serena asked, her gaze intense. “Besides his abuse, what more did he do

her cheeks, her expression one of unease and paleness. Her naivety had led to such

on healing in the

indicated she would help, yet how was Serena so

noticing the puzzled look on Paulina’s face, smiled and said, “All you need to know

agreement the moment Serena made her request.

it. Instead, she continuously

Manor study, Patrick, Robbie, Serena, and even Tania were present. They

entered slowly, surveyed the room, and chose the single sofa for herself. She had returned from the hospital and felt the need to cleanse herself, so she had showered. Now, she was dressed in simple black loungewear, her glossy hair loosely pinned up. She wore no jewelry, and her makeup-free face still radiated a subtle allure. Despite the sofa engulfing her slightly, her presence