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

Chapter 1504:

Yvonne’s screams echoed through the factory, filled with excruciating pain. Her face was contorted with hatred and bitterness, a mask of agony as she clutched her wounded thigh, convulsing on the dusty floor. The sound of her own suffering drowned out Harlee’s words. Yvonne’s only hope was that her powerful ally would arrive soon to turn the tables on Harlee.

Harlee cast a brief, disinterested glance at the kneeling henchman, then swiftly turned her attention elsewhere. His decision to remain silent was wise.

Not long after, Simms Ellsworth, an executive from the Sanderson Group and the influential ally Yvonne had mentioned, drove straight into the worn-down factory. Simms had once helped Yvonne secure a spot on the crew, but upon learning of his involvement, Brenton had dismissed him immediately, ensuring that Simms’ reputation was destroyed in the industry. Brenton had made it clear that anyone who employed Simms would be making an enemy of the Sanderson Group.

Simms, now a pariah, had no hesitation when Yvonne came to him for help with her vendetta. He eagerly agreed and even provided a photograph of Harlee’s back.

As Simms exited his car, he was flanked by two men in black, who pulled two hooded figures from the vehicle.

Before Simms had arrived, Harlee had cleverly arranged the incapacitated henchmen behind an old wall and gagged Yvonne with rags. That was why Simms was under the impression that Yvonne had successfully subdued Harlee.

“Weren’t we supposed to meet here?” Then, raising his voice, he called out, “Yvonne, I’ve brought the people you asked for. Where are you? Come

a tense silence, Yvonne emerged, supported by the henchmen. Simms stood there, bewildered, his shock clear as he stared at Yvonne. What had happened? Why was there a steel pipe sticking out of Yvonne’s

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on a stone block. A smug half-smile twisted her lips as she looked down at him, her casual demeanor

his face turned ghostly pale. In a hushed tone, he asked Yvonne, “What the hell… What is happening? Didn’t you have people abduct Harlee?

sticking through her thigh, Simms offered not a word of sympathy, only questioning her. How foolish she

him down with her. She would not allow him to

mishap. Nothing to worry about,” Yvonne replied

stern, her eyes cold and filled with a ruthless glare. Abruptly, she let out a laugh, her eyes sparkling

at my hands!” Hatred consumed Yvonne’s heart as she ignored the pain in her thigh, her focus entirely on making

raised, and her look turned icy, exuding a chilling, detached murderous intent. A subtle smile curled at

shiver swept