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

Chapter 1464:

“Those who dared to treat me as a pawn in their little game are all six feet under,” she said, her voice low and tranquil.

Her words, though spoken with eerie composure, sent shivers rippling through the room.

Rhys stepped forward, his face unreadable, and gently stroked Harlee’s hand. It had been ages since Harlee had laid a hand on someone. Surely, it must feel strange to her now.

Oaklee, standing just beside Rhys, let out an involuntary sigh, her lips twitching in faint irritation. Watching Rhys beam at Harlee like a loyal pup desperate for praise was becoming too much to stomach. She averted her gaze, the display of adoration almost making her roll her eyes. She was fed up—utterly and completely done—with his over-the-top public displays of affection for Harlee.

As for Harlee’s four companions nearby? They barely spared the scene a second glance. This was routine for them. Rhys had long perfected the art of becoming Harlee’s personal puppy whenever she was around, and they had all made their peace with it. If there was ever a crown jewel in the collection of Casper’s mistakes, it was his decision to trust the conniving Nola and blackmail Rhys. Now it had all unraveled. The game was up. Rhys wasn’t just ruthless—he was relentless—and Harlee, the woman by his side? She was a force no one in their right mind would want to reckon with.

The crowd had a wide range of expressions. They were at a loss for words to express how they felt. Yes, Rhys’ wife could never be weak.

mind buzzed with disbelief and panic. As he struggled to lift his head, a realization hit him like a blow to the chest—he was utterly and

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His teeth clenched so hard that blood seeped from his bitten lip, the metallic

could Harlee overpower him so effortlessly? And—damn it—what had she

and desperate, but every movement only caused Harlee to press her foot harder into his chest. The

faintest of smiles. Her slender hand hovered over a bottle of wine, almost as if it were a delicate trinket. With a casual flick of her wrist, she lifted the bottle and poured the liquor over Casper’s

“Ah…”

freight train once more, his features twisting into a grimace that could’ve been mistaken for a wild creature of

Casper pleaded,

can talk. We can sit down and

gnawed at him relentlessly. Desperation gripped him

arched slightly, and she regarded him

devoid of emotion, cold as the wind that cuts through