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

Chapter 1471:

At the entrance of the Gilded Club, Wesson crouched near a flowerbed, surrounded by cigarette stubs, his face marked by growing irritation as he texted Margo.

“Margo, it’s been two hours! I’ve been standing by the door for two hours! Can I stop waiting already?”

He hoped his usually caring sister would not let him wait any longer, considering it was unclear when Harlee would exit or whether she would even use the main entrance.

Yet, Margo’s response made his mouth twitch and his expression darken.

“It’s only been two hours. Don’t bother me until you’ve waited at least eight or nine hours. Exercise patience!”

Wesson wanted to retract his previous remarks. His sister was no longer a doting sibling when it came to Harlee. Eight or nine hours? He laughed to himself. If he hadn’t seen Harlee by then, his sister would likely have told him not to contact her until a full day had passed. He shouldn’t have messaged her.

Suddenly, the doors swung open. Wesson instinctively looked up and spotted familiar figures emerging. His spirits soared. He rose swiftly, ignoring his stiff legs, and hurried toward Harlee.

being mistaken for an enemy by those flanking Harlee, Wesson slowed his pace as the distance

bypassed Robbie and the others, stopped before Harlee, bowed slightly, and respectfully handed her a document, explaining

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turned their gazes toward Wesson. The Jensen family was prepared to nullify an

She merely arched an eyebrow, leaned toward Wesson, and murmured, “Instruct Margo to manage the business dealings

presence, Wesson lowered his head and responded respectfully, “Understood. I will relay your message exactly. What should be done

“Rest assured, I won’t pursue your

and walked straight to his black

Had the Jensen family from Gruinia ever clashed with Harlee before?

sound. Patrick was behind the wheel, his eyes occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. Harlee nestled comfortably into Rhys’ arms,

buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, tapping the screen to silence it, but a name on

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