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

Chapter 1510:

After Peyton’s departure, Harlee, Rhys, Skyla, and Tiffany, alongside Brenton and others who had joined them later, settled into their vehicles.

Within the vehicle’s confines, Harlee savored a long sip of the soda Rhys had provided, her expression revealing a trace of contentment. Rhys truly grasped what she desired most. The sensation of a mouthful of soda was incredibly soothing.

Extracting her phone, Harlee snuggled against Rhys and casually launched a game. Her demeanor was the epitome of relaxation, betraying no hint of the day’s earlier violent events.

Rhys, observing Harlee, subtly adjusted her position to enhance her comfort. He then turned to tweak the air conditioning settings for the back seats.

In the car’s middle row, Tiffany and Skyla sat in silence, the day’s events still haunting them.

Recently arrived, Brenton viewed their uneasy expressions and voiced his remorse.

“Mom, Tiffany, I apologize. This ordeal stems from my mismanagement.”

Tiffany quickly responded, “Brenton, don’t blame yourself. If fault must be assigned, I bear the greater burden.”

Skyla straightened, her gaze distant. Having never before experienced a kidnapping coupled with a bomb threat, her response was understandably delayed. Although she intended to discourage the blame game, her thoughts lagged behind.

in her game, continued to sip her soda.

we’re all pointing fingers at ourselves, perhaps I should claim some fault too. But

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his smile

who would foolishly accept blame meant

Brenton’s faces mirrored their internal conflict. Surely, they weren’t the foolish ones, were they? Thus, their

look, clearly irritated. Typical, just echoing Harlee’s words as if they were his own.

Sanderson family estate, darkness had enveloped the surroundings by the time Harlee and her companions

and Clint waited by the front

Clint hurried over with concern etched

was locked

“Darling, are you alright?”

Tiffany for any

“Tiffany, are you okay?”

Harlee suggested she stay the night. Warm invitations

in a warm embrace and playfully poked

our daughter here, how could