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

Chapter 1460

Chapter 1460:

Margo had hinted to Wesson earlier that Harlee’s husband was as ruthless as she was. Although the Jensen family had no reason to grovel before Harlee, Wesson figured there was no harm in leaving a favorable impression.

Wesson couldn’t shake the suspicion that Harlee’s husband had orchestrated tonight’s events—raising Casper to the pinnacle of his arrogance, only to watch him plummet spectacularly.

That Harlee’s husband would go to such lengths to dismantle Casper said a lot about how much Nola mattered to Harlee. It made Wesson wonder—what exactly had Nola done to earn such devotion?

Casper’s face turned as pale as a blank page. He couldn’t fathom why Wesson had suddenly turned against him. As far as he knew, the Happer family had never provoked the Jensens.

The room had grown so quiet that the sound of each breath felt like a shout in a canyon.

For Casper, the next hour stretched into an eternity, the most agonizing stretch of his entire life.

door creaked open, and in walked Rhys, cutting a figure as imposing as a shadow at dusk. His black suit clung to him like an extension of his authority, his leather shoes clicking softly against the floor. His eyes, cold and bottomless like a winter lake, scanned

moment Rhys appeared, everyone rose instinctively to their feet. None

your fiction

blurted out,

didn’t acknowledge Casper, offering only a faint, indifferent glance that eventually landed on Wesson. So, someone of Wesson’s

Rhys earlier, leaning on his collaboration with Nola. But now, faced with Rhys himself, his arrogance crumbled. He didn’t even have the guts to meet Rhys’ gaze.

his growing terror. Could Nola’s

script. The rewards Nola promised were too tempting, and she had assured him that assassins were planted among tonight’s guests.

the table, every step exuding a quiet menace. He sat down, and only then did the others hesitantly return to their

room grew even heavier with silence, as if everyone had collectively

expression on his face. His gaze traveled over the few people hidden in the corners, his eyes as indifferent as if he were looking at a

every ounce of composure they had. Their shock was palpable. Had they been exposed? They held their breath, the tension thick enough to slice with a blade. Every muscle coiled, every instinct sharpened, waiting for the moment