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

Chapter 1379

Chapter 1379:

A flicker of surprise crossed Harlee’s face. After poring over the surveillance footage for hours, she was certain that this man didn’t belong to the Happer family—or any of their subordinates.

Quickly, Harlee pulled up the footage from that day, fast-forwarding to five times the normal speed. The man had only been there for a mere fifteen minutes. Nola’s car had arrived first at the side gate, waiting for a long time before he appeared.

Harlee’s fingers danced across the keyboard, enhancing the image of the man’s back. Something about his figure felt familiar. She scrolled through the footage from the days before and after, her gaze sharp as she noted a peculiar pattern. The man appeared only on the 3rd, 13th, 23rd, and 30th of each month, always for no more than twenty minutes. Nola’s car was always parked at the gate first.

Resting her chin on her hand, Harlee fixed her gaze on the high-definition image of the man’s back. Her thoughts churned as she muttered to herself, “Could this be the man Adelina mentioned, the one she trusted? Who could he be?”

She drummed her fingers against the table, her mind rifling through her memory for a man who might match that silhouette.

Harlee suddenly froze as if an idea had struck her. Without hesitation, she rewound the video of the man, replaying it more than ten times, until she paused it on a frame where his neck came into clear view. She zoomed in, sharpening the image to the highest resolution possible.

There, faintly visible against the man’s skin, was a necklace. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but as she zoomed in further and amplified the image, it became clear—it was a lock-shaped pendant.

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He was the only one she’d ever written a personal recommendation for, one that had paved his

answered the

have time? I was hoping we could catch up.

meet?” Harlee’s response was curt, stripped of emotion. There was no change in Coulson’s tone. It

Group? I believe you’ve never been there. It would be

“Alright.”

gaze fell back to the man in the video, her grip

hope you won’t

for Franco to drive her directly to

loomed in the darkness, its emptiness magnified by

to the underground