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

Chapter 1426:

Lucius scrutinized her. She had taken only an alleviatory pill and was low on energy. Despite her stern words, she posed no real threat. With a child to think about, she would never take any drastic actions before securing the genuine antidote.

This thought brought Lucius some comfort. Otherwise, he would be enraged about being poisoned by Harlee, only to end up being outsmarted by her!

A large group of people walked for what seemed like an eternity, their feet heavy and worn, until they finally reached the cemetery. As soon as Lucius saw the name and photo on the tombstone, his eyes welled up with tears.

“Nicola, I’m so sorry. I’m late…”

he whispered, his voice breaking as he tenderly stroked the stone, his touch as soft as if he were caressing her face.

Harlee felt sick and disgusted. Fortunately, she had arranged for Thiago to create a fake tombstone ahead of time. Without the real one, she was certain Nicola would be disgusted, too.

Behind Harlee, Rhys stood, his arm hidden behind Thiago’s body, and gently tugged at Harlee’s hand, guiding her to lean on his arm.

Harlee hesitated, anxious about being discovered.

softly, his voice barely

and I

was a risky move, but Rhys couldn’t bear the thought of

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voice echoing through the empty expanse. They had no idea how long he would remain in this forsaken place, a prisoner of his own grief. Rhys, standing nearby, couldn’t

the weight of Rhys’ unspoken plea, reluctantly let herself lean on him, knowing she had no

none the wiser, lost in

on with his mournful ramblings before the tombstone. Half an hour passed, and Harlee’s patience began to fray. Finally, unable to wait any longer, she walked up to him,

I can’t

meaning was unmistakable. She wasn’t here for more of

they were far enough from the tombstone. With a resigned sigh, he pulled a small vial

two of these

refused, her

the antidote!” To execute the next phase of her plan, the

seeing the brewing storm in her eyes, chose not to press too hard. Pushing her any further might spiral them both into chaos, and that was not the end he sought. A compromise, then, was the only way