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

Chapter 1501:

A smirk curled at the corner of Harlee’s lips. With a slow, deliberate twist of her neck, she said, “Who’s really in whose hands here? That’s yet to be decided.”

The masked woman froze at Harlee’s words. Her hands clenched the hem of her clothes, and her voice cracked with frustration.

“What are you playing at, Harlee? Don’t you see? My men have you surrounded!”

As the masked woman spoke, her confidence grew with every word. Finally, she straightened her back and lifted her chin.

“I don’t know what tricks you pulled to get those kidnappers to obey you, but let me tell you something. The henchmen I hired aren’t amateurs. They will pin you down in no time!”

The moment the henchmen laid eyes on Harlee, a chill ran down their spines, and their palms turned clammy with sweat. Years of experience had sharpened their instincts, allowing them to size up their opponents at a glance. But nothing had ever made their palms sweat like this before. Harlee’s aura was suffocating. They could see it clearly now: she was no mere spoiled rich girl like their employer had described. Her presence hit them like a tidal wave. If it came to a fight, even with all of them ganging up on her, they weren’t sure they could stand a chance.

The henchman on the right leaned in, speaking in a low voice to the masked woman.

us. Those kidnappers didn’t bring her here. She came here

wasn’t trembling or pleading. She was standing tall and unscathed. But how

eyes narrowed, her voice sharp as

tales

up! A dozen of you can’t handle one woman? Did I hire you all just to watch you

irritated glances, barely holding back their frustration. This idiot! If they hadn’t sensed the looming danger, would they dare voice such complaints? They should have handled the kidnapping themselves. That way, they could have scouted the enemy’s strength and chosen whether to proceed. But now, they were

woman fixed her gaze on Harlee

end today. I’ll make you bleed

gleaming with a razor-sharp ruthlessness. Though her stance was relaxed, a sharp killing intent swirled around her. Her

with blood? I’m tired of hearing that same old line. Yvonne,

face. Every movement was laden

through her entire body. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as a cold sweat beaded on