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

Chapter 1465:

Casper was completely at their mercy, like a trapped animal—helpless and exposed. He longed to order the assassins hidden around the room to take action and eliminate Harlee and Rhys, but he bit his tongue. He wasn’t ready to make that move yet. He was waiting for the perfect moment.

Having endured such brutal injuries, Casper had learned the hard way. He understood that with Rhys’ and Harlee’s skills, the assassins alone wouldn’t be enough to defeat them. So, he devised a plan—he would sacrifice himself. The instant Rhys and Harlee grew complacent, he would give the order to strike, catching them off guard.

Suddenly, a strange laugh broke the silence, ringing out in the tense room.

Wesson, holding a glass of wine, raised his eyes just enough to glance at Harlee. His expression shifted to one of subtle respect as he lowered his gaze, trying to maintain his composure.

“Harlee, my apologies. I just thought of something amusing, so…”

Wesson’s tone was genuinely apologetic, as he feared that even the smallest misstep could ignite Harlee’s wrath. In truth, he had chuckled only because he had come up with something amusing. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn’t have dared act this way in front of Harlee. He couldn’t risk making her upset, after all.

in the room exchanged uneasy glances. What was going on? Wesson, of all people, had become so respectful toward Rhys’ wife. Something about her presence, her power, was becoming increasingly apparent. They couldn’t help but wonder who she truly was

but hadn’t given him much thought, suddenly grabbed an empty wine bottle and threw it

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like being interrupted while

he stood up, bowed deeply, and replied,

truly got upset. He had no intention of trembling at the thought of her for the rest of his

If even Wesson, known for his arrogance, respected her like this, what did that say about her? Everyone knew they’d better show

charge at her, but before he could even get halfway toward her,

Casper who felt the blow—everyone in the room seemed to flinch, as if those kicks

assassins in the corner with a trembling

was matted with blood, and he now resembled a desperate beggar—disheveled and twisted with rage. His face was contorted in a way that made him look even more terrifying. But the gunshots he had expected never came. The room was eerily still, and he tried desperately to lift his head, only to see