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

Chapter 1502:

“So what if you’ve figured it out, Harlee? I never planned on walking away from this alive. The moment I set this plan into motion, I sealed my fate.”

Yvonne was the only one in the room who didn’t cower in fear of Harlee. Grim-faced and tense, the henchmen stood with their fingers tightly curled around their weapons, poised to strike at any given moment.

“Harlee, you can’t run away. If it weren’t for you, I never would have been kicked out of the production, never would have offended my backers or patrons. It’s all your fault that those despicable netizens dug up my past and dragged me through the mud. They blame me for that officer’s death.”

Suddenly, Yvonne’s laughter broke the heavy silence.

“Ha-ha… What did I do wrong? If those blind cops hadn’t blocked me, would I have acted like that? I was a rising star on my way to the top. It’s you who destroyed everything!”

Yvonne’s voice cracked with frustration, her tone thick with anguish. If it hadn’t been for Harlee, she would have climbed the social ladder and eventually ended up married to Clint. But now, it was all over. She didn’t even have the faintest spark of hope left in her life.

she couldn’t have that, then Harlee certainly didn’t deserve to see another

She clenched her

I want her to die, and

her tone relaxed yet carrying a chilling

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you can kill me? You’re not up to the

anxiety flickering in their eyes. But before they could aim, a swift figure moved through them, and two henchmen were already down. The remaining ones stared,

hesitation, the henchmen

his stomach with her left hand. In a fluid motion, she kicked him away, sending him tumbling backward. Her focus shifted to another attacker—she

chasing her and grabbed the

leaving only two standing

with shock. Her speed! Her precision! They clearly had no chance against her formidable skills. With an air of unshakable confidence, Harlee stepped toward them, her lips curling into a smirk, her presence exuding deadly intent. The two men understood: any small move, even a single shot, would be

and in a fluid motion, she kicked one of the henchmen hard, sending him sprawling