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

Chapter 1492:

Clint, standing nearby, awkwardly touched his nose. His mother’s attempt to facilitate his pursuit of Tiffany was embarrassingly transparent.

Despite everything, Tiffany didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. In her mind, it was typical for wealthy individuals to lack culinary skills, unaware that the entire Sanderson family knew how to cook, albeit some were less skilled.

Under Skyla’s guidance, Tiffany gradually grew more at ease, and by the end, she was even able to share a few jokes with Skyla.

Tiffany thoroughly enjoyed the barbecue. Even though the Sanderson family had clearly tried to pair her with Clint, it didn’t affect her spirits. She genuinely cherished the warm family atmosphere and had no desire to let anything spoil her happiness.

After the meal, Harlee quickly interjected before Clint could speak, “I’ll drive Tiffany home. I have something to discuss with her.”

Tiffany quietly exhaled in relief, chuckled, said her goodbyes, and joined Harlee in the car.

As Tiffany closed the door and reached for her seatbelt, she caught Harlee’s voice, tinged with amusement.

too intimidating,

hint of color. Acting as if she didn’t understand what Harlee meant, she replied, “Intimidating? I don’t

intensifying as she said slowly, “You know what I mean, Tiffany. There’s no shame in pursuing love. Things like social status or financial differences won’t stand in the way

depth of love Tiffany had hidden away for so long. Yet, the one she cherished so deeply, Clint, had always left her feeling embarrassed and inadequate. If their social

tended to attribute her dilemma to the differences in

Tiffany suddenly fall into a

it,”

might not be as bad as

clueless when it came to love, and Tiffany’s hesitation stemmed mostly from his attitude. This prompted Harlee to offer reassurance at that moment. Harlee’s compassionate words

couldn’t explain her tears. She only felt an immense

her eyes with a hint of heartache in her expression. She then pressed harder on

what was supposed to be nearly an hour-long drive took Harlee less than forty minutes, and Tiffany went from feeling sad at

vehicle, Tiffany’s legs trembled. Had she not grasped the car door, she might

never to ride with Harlee again, realizing it demanded more courage than even entering the Sanderson family’s household. Harlee watched Tiffany