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

Chapter 1495:

Trenton’s face twisted into a grotesque mask, his features distorted by his scars. His voice dripped with cold venom as he spoke.

“Someone’s put a price on your head, and we’re just here to collect. Nothing personal. But I’ll cut you a deal—surrender now, or we’ll put a bullet in you before dragging you off. Your call.”

Of course, Trenton’s so-called offer was nothing more than a smokescreen. Pulling the trigger would draw too much attention, and if things spiraled out of control, he could find himself in the crosshairs of the police. And that was a risk he couldn’t afford—not with his daughter’s life hanging in the balance.

The man wearing a mask and hat toyed with his weapon with a lewd grin.

“Look, lady, we don’t want to make this harder than it needs to be. Just be smart and come with us. Otherwise, you’re gonna make us do things you won’t like. Trust me, putting a few holes in you will be the least of your worries.”

Harlee stood her ground, her expression unreadable. Her voice was calm, almost disinterested, like she was discussing tomorrow’s weather forecast.

“How much is my life worth? I mean, how much are they paying you to drag me in?”

question threw the men off balance. Shouldn’t she be worrying about whether her moves could outrun their bullets? Why was she haggling over her bounty? Was this woman completely out of

was thinking.

“Twenty-”

newest releases are at

each. That’s what the other side is

matter what, you’re coming with

into a slight smirk, her

million… Is that all I’m

insane. No more talking. Wasting time on her was just a distraction. The three of them yanked their guns free and pointed them at her, while the long-haired man moved in to subdue

to her, bringing her hand down hard on

Harlee placed both hands on the bald man’s shoulders, and the next moment, she was airborne, kicking Trenton’s and the masked man’s guns

the bald man’s uninjured arm, lifting her hand

as Harlee’s knee slammed into

His scream echoed, his body crashing to the ground, limbs hanging limp, sweat pouring

like a vengeful wraith, her gaze icy and unforgiving. Using the wall as a springboard, she vaulted into the air, and her boot connected with the neck of the masked man just as he reached for his fallen gun. The sickening crack of bone echoed in the alley, and the man crumpled