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

Chapter 1533:

His words rolled off like clouds before a storm.

Harlee gave a soft, nonchalant “Okay,” but before she could even inquire further, Rhys was already unfolding the details.

Apparently, the government and military of Jusdence had both set their sights on a lucrative opportunity. Outwardly, it was painted as a golden chance for Rhys to choose an ally. Beneath the surface, though, they were scheming—each side more concerned with snatching the prize for themselves than playing fair.

The masterminds behind this little chessboard of chaos? Yousef Branson, a sharp political climber, and Lemuel Bryant, a seasoned major general. Rhys explained how the pair had begun testing the waters, sending feelers his way. He suspected that next time, they wouldn’t hesitate to use brute force.

“Do you need me to step in?” Harlee asked, her tone as smooth as glass. There wasn’t a hint of alarm in her voice. Even though she knew how slippery the Branson and Bryant families could be, her mind was already ticking with possible strategies.

Rhys’ laugh was low, a mix of gratitude and affection.

he reassured her. The last thing he wanted was for her

but brimming with confidence. A sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips, his expression bordering

a big surprise for them. Something tells me they’ll be quick to reconsider

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Rhys’ hidden talents and identities were just as formidable as hers, if not more. Whatever “surprise” he was referring to, it was bound to throw their opponents into disarray. There

Brixton’s voice rang out on the other end of the call. Harlee waved off Rhys, telling him

ended the call and went to the window. She had an excellent view of the training fields from her position, but today nobody

recruits marched off to the training base that afternoon, only Thiago

Thiago’s and Alina’s training plans in detail. These five days were simply a

polished or exhaustive as the one Harlee had envisioned, they were still four to five times tougher than the standard army drills. By the end of each day, the recruits barely had the strength to drag

Harlee luxuriated in a long, soothing bath, steam curling like lazy wisps around her. When she finally emerged, the evening