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…”

this

skipping a beat, “Understood.

devouring the road at nearly 200mph. As long as Harlee was out of his 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 no trace of fear or distress on her face—nothing to suggest she’d been abducted. She

hold its breath. The men in black froze, their minds struggling to reconcile the poised, unruffled woman before them with the captive they had been expecting. When the spell finally broke, they scrambled to react, raising

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the humiliation she’d endured earlier surged back. In just a matter of hours, her once-esteemed benefactors and patrons had treated her as though she were invisible, not even sparing her a glance. Her scandals had been spread across the internet, tarnishing

utterly useless. They couldn’t win an argument to

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 with Clint. Since she couldn’t have Clint,

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: even if it costs me my life today, I’ll make you regret

hoodie and cargo pants made her look unfazed. It was as if nothing could shake