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.

to lift his head, a

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you let me go!” Casper spat, his voice a mix of desperation and defiance. His teeth clenched so hard that blood seeped from his bitten lip, the metallic taste a

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

every movement only caused Harlee to press her foot harder into his chest. The searing pain overwhelmed him, and soon, his body betrayed him.

a bottle of wine, almost as if it were a delicate

“Ah…”

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

Let me go,” Casper

talk. We can sit down and talk

the agony gnawed at him

eyebrows arched slightly, and she regarded him with a chilling, measured

voice devoid of emotion, cold as