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

Chapter 1410

Chapter 1410:

He was leaving because this wasn’t a prison. The Swain villa lacked true freedom, but it offered comfort. Harlee had what she needed—food, drink, and a roof over her head. That was why he could afford to let her stay while he worked to uncover the secrets. Still, his mind was never far from her safety. So, while he played along with her plan, he had to ensure Nola had no chance of returning to Baythorn. Time was of the essence.

As Harlee watched him leave, a quiet smile tugged at her lips. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, allowing the soft pull of sleep to take over. It wasn’t that she was unconcerned—it was just that the pregnancy had made her especially drowsy lately.

Meanwhile, in the reception room, Lucius and Nathaniel had only been conversing for half an hour, but the tension between them had already erupted into a storm of shouting and cursing.

Nathaniel, his face contorted in rage, picked up his cane and deliberately smashed Lucius’ prized teacup to the floor.

“Lucius, wake up from your delusions! If Nicola had wanted to marry you, she would have done it ages ago. Haven’t you figured it out yet? While you thought she was missing, she was still in contact with us. She’s been ignoring you just to spare you some embarrassment!”

air like a dagger. The truth unraveled in

her own path. Nicola had even sent postcards and small gifts from each place she visited. The photo tucked

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loved with all his being, the one who had consumed his every thought, had orchestrated an elaborate ruse just to escape him. Her scheme wasn’t designed to hurt him. It

world had come crashing down on Lucius. He had been tricked, deceived by everyone around him—like a fool strung along by his own trust. A tidal wave of hatred surged through him, not just aimed at Nathaniel, but at Nicola

the air between them tremble. His gaze locked onto Nathaniel, his eyes burning with raw resentment, palpable and

eyes slightly. His gaze cut through Lucius with a sharpness, as if reading

carefully crafted smile—a smile he had worn so many times before that it had become second nature. He wouldn’t give Nathaniel the satisfaction of seeing his pain, or worse—letting Nathaniel laugh at him. He couldn’t afford that. Not now. It was far too embarrassing to admit that he had sought revenge on the wrong target. So, no,

voice, “With today’s technology, you can Photoshop anything. Nathaniel, what evidence do

expression grew more intense upon hearing