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 wanted was for her to juggle his battles while handling the demands of

the instructor. I’ll handle everything in Jusdence,” Rhys said, his voice calm but brimming

them. Something tells me they’ll be

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were just as formidable as hers, if not more. Whatever “surprise”

shift the conversation toward sweeter territory, Brixton’s voice rang out on the other end of the call. Harlee waved

position, but today nobody was there. A training plan slowly took shape in her imagination as she gazed at the

when all the recruits marched off to

But in truth, she had already reviewed Thiago’s and Alina’s training plans in detail. These five days were simply a warm-up to

and Alina’s plans weren’t as 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

bath, steam curling like lazy wisps around her. When she finally emerged, the evening light outside had faded