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.

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 beneath that composed exterior. They were certain that once they learned her true identity, they’d avoid crossing

had noticed Wesson the moment she entered but hadn’t given him much thought, suddenly grabbed an empty wine bottle

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being interrupted while

flinch. Instead, he stood up,

upset. He had

silence. If even Wesson, known for his arrogance, respected her like this, what

attempted to charge at her, but before he could even get halfway toward her, she kicked him away effortlessly. She kicked

the blow—everyone in the room seemed to flinch, as if those kicks had struck their very souls. Violence like that? One would have

his hidden assassins in the corner with a trembling voice, “Kill

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