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,

to fasten the seatbelt, froze for a moment. Her earlobes flushed with a hint of color. Acting as if she didn’t understand what Harlee meant, she replied, “Intimidating? I

“You know what I mean, Tiffany. There’s no shame in pursuing love. Things like

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 standings weren’t the real issue, it

dilemma to the differences in

a sad

overthink it,” she

not be as bad as you

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

her tears. She only felt an immense

to glance at Tiffany, narrowing her eyes with a hint of heartache

the end, what was supposed to be nearly an hour-long drive took Harlee less than forty minutes, and

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

more courage than even entering the Sanderson family’s household. Harlee watched Tiffany slowly recover, a small smile tugging at the