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

Chapter 1554:

In the courtyard, looking at his dejected companions who had been weeded out, Lionel felt the urge to say something comforting, but the words caught in his throat. Offering sympathy now would feel like rubbing salt in their wounds. As one of the few who remained, he knew his well-meaning words would only deepen their frustration.

Rickey, sitting on the ground with his head low, voiced what many others were feeling, his voice a raw mix of sadness and disappointment.

“I don’t envy you, and I don’t hold it against you. But this… This feels unfair. I’ve pushed myself so hard. Why did I still fall?”

His tone was heavy, like a stone sinking into the depths of their shared silence.

But deep down, Rickey had known this outcome was a possibility. The moment the rankings were announced, the reality hit harder than he had prepared for. He wasn’t the only one battling these emotions. Others shared similar sentiments. Even though the training was difficult, they had learned a lot. Nobody wanted to leave.

“Yeah, I’m not ready to leave either! I’ve gained so much from this training. Every day left me feeling like I’d run a marathon with a bag of bricks on my back, but at the same time, I was more fired up and hopeful than ever! The thought of leaving now—it just feels like letting go of something too good to end.”

I’ve truly hated myself for not pushing just a little harder. Honestly, I don’t even know if I’ll

sinking deeper into their gloomy thoughts. He stayed silent, his face unreadable. He didn’t believe for a second that their spirits were truly broken. This was just the storm before the calm—a moment to vent, to let their frustrations escape. Whether they stayed

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declared with absolute certainty, “Didn’t Ms. Valdez say that

like a gust of fresh air breaking through the heaviness in the yard. The oppressive atmosphere lifted, replaced by laughter that rang

night. All heads turned toward the source. Lionel and Rita, the de facto leaders of

hand shot up, her fingers forming a swift signal. She whispered, her voice low and commanding, “Quiet. Something’s

Then, with a grim expression, he murmured, “It’s wolves. A pack of

an instant. Guns were drawn with practiced precision. Steely-eyed recruits moved into formation,

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out. It’s just us now.