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

Chapter 1498:

While typing, Brenton instructed his assistant to arrange for someone to clean up the scene.

When Brenton received confirmation that the cleanup crew would arrive in three minutes, he composed another message for Rhys: “Let Harlee know the cleanup begins in three minutes. She should focus on her mission.”

Brenton refrained from messaging Harlee directly, uncertain if she could check her phone at the moment. Since Rhys was heading in the same direction, he assumed they had their own way of coordinating.

Waiting anxiously for Harlee to finish her call, Trenton knelt before her, nerves gripping him like a vice. Any thoughts of escape evaporated. Pleading seemed his only hope, so he chose to beg for mercy.

Not long after, Harlee received Rhys’ update about Brenton’s cleanup crew. Sliding her phone back into her pocket, she looked at Trenton coldly, her authority undeniable. Her gaze sharpened, and she commanded, “Stand up and take me to where the deal is happening.”

Trenton’s head shot up, his shock evident as he stared at her. Was this woman really going to walk into what he knew was likely a deadly trap, fully aware of the dangers? Although she possessed great skill, could she truly match the prowess of his wealthy employer? The individual who had dispensed twenty million surely wielded significant influence, right?

Doubts clouded Trenton’s mind, making it hard for him to accept that this woman would intentionally seek out danger. Thus, he stayed down, offering no response.

Harlee’s narrowed eyes. She abruptly kicked Trenton in the chest, her eyes radiating a

speech not clear enough for

the harsh reality he now faced, he gathered his remaining

the car.

on a plush armchair that looked absurdly out of place. Two hulking men flanked her, their arms crossed in silent intimidation. Not far away, five men clad in black stood sentry, their hands resting casually on the hilts of wickedly gleaming knives. Their alert postures and

useless fools were supposed to deliver that bitch ages ago. Can’t even trust those people

the right

Miss. Don’t worry. I’ll

best in the business for this. Those guys have left a trail of bodies so long that it’s practically a résumé. There’s no way they’ll

woman snorted, the sound

I shelled out twenty million for this. If they mess

left, eager to curry favor, piped up, “Miss, trust me, this deal will go off without a hitch. You’ll

left say so, her eyes narrowed slightly, the hardness in them softening by