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

Chapter 1500:

Patrick, sensing the storm brewing on the other end of the line, wasted no time.

“Yes. They’re en route. ETA, fifteen minutes tops.”

Rhys’ grip on the steering wheel eased marginally, but his expression remained carved from stone.

“Good. Tell them to stay outside the factory and wait for Lee’s orders. No one moves unless she says so.”

Initially, Rhys’ plan had been simple: storm the factory, take out every last scumbag, and bring Harlee back. But Harlee’s unexpected instruction to play along had thrown a wrench into that plan. She wanted them to wait? To linger outside while she danced with danger? As a man who had learned—sometimes the hard way—to trust her, he relented. He wasn’t eager to spend the night in a cold, lonely bed because he’d ignored her wishes.

Patrick’s voice cut through his thoughts, laced with confusion.

“Wait… Why? Isn’t Harlee…”

I really need to explain this to

froze, his heart skipping a beat, “Understood. I’ll handle everything

sight, unease would be his unwelcome passenger. In the suburbs, the car door was abruptly kicked open from the inside. Slowly, Harlee stepped out, her movements calm and deliberate. There was

poised, unruffled woman before them with the captive they had been expecting. When the spell finally broke, they scrambled to react, raising their guns in unison, their fingers poised

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Harlee appeared. Memories of the humiliation she’d endured earlier surged back. In just a matter of hours, her once-esteemed

to her. But those remaining fans were utterly useless. They couldn’t win an

all their fury, she would take matters into her own hands and personally claim Harlee’s life. She had braced herself for the storm that would surely come from the Green and Sanderson families. She knew that if she took Harlee’s life, no matter where she ran, these two powerful families would hunt her down like a dog. From the moment she set her plans into motion, she had been ready to face death. Today, she would torture Harlee to death. But there was more to it. The masked woman resolved to make sure Tiffany was scapegoated for murdering Harlee, forever staining her name. Tiffany would never have a chance

Harlee, who remained as calm and untouchable as ever. The fury in the masked woman’s eyes burned like wildfire. Her teeth ground together as she hissed, “Harlee, you didn’t see this coming, did you? It’s only been a few hours, and now you are at my mercy. Let me make one thing clear:

stood unmoved, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Her loose hoodie and cargo pants made