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.

by those flanking Harlee, Wesson slowed

stopped before Harlee, bowed slightly, and respectfully handed her

is a recent contract between the Jensen family and Nola, concerning oil fields. Should you have any conflicts with Nola, the Jensen family is willing to terminate this contract at any moment and cease all dealings

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prepared to nullify an oil field contract just like that? Such a decision was what others hesitated

an eyebrow, leaned toward Wesson, and murmured, “Instruct Margo to manage the business dealings as she sees fit,

Harlee’s commanding presence, Wesson lowered his head and responded respectfully, “Understood.

“Rest

task completed, he bowed again and walked straight to

the Jensen family from Gruinia ever clashed with Harlee before? They seemed quite

hum of the engine was the only sound. Patrick was behind the wheel, his eyes occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. Harlee nestled comfortably into Rhys’ arms, her eyes heavy, teetering on the edge of

lull her into rest. Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, tapping the screen to silence it, but a name on the message stopped him in

to handle