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.

Those kidnappers didn’t bring her here. She came here to challenge

restrained. Harlee wasn’t trembling

her voice sharp as a blade

tales

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

have handled the kidnapping themselves. That way, they could have scouted the enemy’s strength and chosen whether to proceed. But now, they were stuck in the thick of it with no turning back. Still, there was a silver lining. Harlee was unarmed, while they had knives and guns. No matter

on

you will definitely meet your end today. I’ll make

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

hearing that same old line. Yvonne, you

lingered on Yvonne’s face. Every movement was laden with a chilling promise,

her entire body. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as a cold sweat beaded on her forehead, the disbelief on her face hidden behind the mask. How had Harlee figured her out? How had she managed to uncover her identity so