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

Chapter 1326:

Harlee wasn’t being impulsive; she was thoroughly prepared. The Fletcher family needed help, but she wasn’t going to put herself at risk. Why was she so confident? Because she had a strong backup plan in place! She couldn’t bear the thought of any harm coming to her unborn child, nor of Rhys suffering from guilt if something went wrong. Unfortunately, this backup plan had to remain a secret. Even if she disclosed it, Rhys would still be anxious. Unless he kept her right by his side, his worries would persist.

“You’re the best, darling.” Harlee leaned in, giving Rhys a sweet smile. Ever since their marriage, this gesture had always worked on him. Rhys instinctively tightened his hold around her waist and whispered near her ear, “Lee, you really have me wrapped around your finger.”

“You don’t like it?” Harlee looked up at him, one eyebrow raised, still smiling.

“I love it!” Rhys captured her hand and drew her close, murmuring affectionately, “Please, keep doing this, honey.”

Harlee laughed. Indeed, men could be so changeable. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pointed toward the villa with a playful smile, saying, “Come on, I’ll take you and show you how to deal with some people.”

Rhys chuckled. Since Harlee became pregnant, he found her moods ever-changing and unpredictable. If Harlee knew his thoughts, she would probably reply, “You’ve taught me well!”

Patrick, and a few others were already

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butler ousted by Samson. Ten years ago, he

choosing to assist the Fletcher family. Otherwise, he would have been a casualty in the

family household, like

Robbie said as he approached. Harlee gave a slight nod, walked past him, and was about to enter

a voice rang out from behind

tears in his eyes and his body shaking, looked at Serena, who was trailing behind Harlee and Rhys. “I never thought I’d have the chance to see you again. It’s

the former butler to Serena. The butler’s face was emotional, his eyes betraying a sense of

motionless, her face devoid of expression, barely acknowledging

the courage to say, “Miss Fletcher,