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

Chapter 1503:

Years of experience in this industry had instilled in him a crucial rule: sacrificing pride was preferable to losing one’s life. He immediately displayed his submission, his body sagging in defeat.

Yvonne, overwhelmed by fear, stumbled backward. She watched in horror as the henchmen she had hired at great cost were quickly subdued by Harlee. Her complexion turned ashen with fury, her eyes widening in rage as she hissed at the men still lying on the floor, “Why are you lying there, you fools? Get up! Eliminate her!”

The henchmen, feeling the weight of Harlee’s dominance, initially tried to bear the pain and get one last attempt in. However, seeing their companion struggle to rise and another already kneeling, they chose to escalate their act, pretending to be knocked out.

Trenton, favoring his injured leg, sought refuge behind a column, trembling as he watched the scene unfold. Harlee was a terror! She had dispatched over a dozen henchmen in less than ten minutes, and now their leader was begging for mercy. It was truly remarkable. He had been in this game for years, yet this was the first time he had witnessed such a display of power!

Yvonne, not expecting her costly hires to choose now to play dead, retreated further. Her eyes, shadowed by her lashes, were filled with disgust. Betrayal? If she managed to survive this, she swore to punish their families to express her fury!

As she watched Harlee move like an unstoppable force, a cold fear gripped Yvonne’s heart.

Harlee to be just another privileged figure. Yvonne thought Harlee’s boldness was merely the result of the influence of the Green and Sanderson families. What Yvonne hadn’t anticipated, however, was Harlee’s expertise

left Harlee. Silently, she hoped that her influential supporter would

loaded now at

chill through anyone nearby. Driven by fear

My supporter is on his way!”

and dealing with you will be as easy as stepping on an ant!

mouth twisted into a sinister grin, her

as she hurriedly retreated, stumbling and finally falling to the ground. Fear filled her eyes, and

neck, her movements smooth and precise, as if

this critical moment, Yvonne still failed

a steely

walked up the steps, raising Yvonne high before casually

lay on the cold cement of the steel factory floor, clutching her thigh in pain. In her fall,