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

Chapter 1572:

“Mr. Sanderson, would you consider joining our company’s self-produced variety show?”

“The one that lost over a billion?” Clint asked, his voice still gentle.

Tiffany was momentarily stunned by his words and then let out a laugh, her voice dropping to a tone only they could hear.

“It’s much more than just a few billion.”

Devonte’s financial troubles went far beyond the billion-dollar mark. If the damage had been limited to that amount, he wouldn’t have needed to scramble in bed with…

Breezeland’s conglomerates, engaging in the murky underworld of the entertainment industry.

Tiffany’s words failed to make even the slightest ripple in Clint’s expression. He had already picked up a thing or two about Devonte from Brenton.

But when Devonte cheerfully claimed that it was just media hype and eagerly invited him to join the show, Clint turned Devonte down without a second thought.

the whole project could be adjusted to fit Clint’s schedule. Furthermore, Devonte promised not to pursue Tiffany for breach of contract and said he was willing to meet

Devonte’s words, Clint showed no reaction. He seemed satisfied yet completely indifferent at the same

to sleep while Devonte continued talking to Clint through the line. Frustrated, she grabbed the phone and ended the call abruptly. She then said to Clint, “I have evidence of Devonte’s involvement in illegal activities within the entertainment industry. I’ll handle

Lɒtєѕτ chɑρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovє𝓁𝓈.𝑐𝓞𝓂

declaration, she offered an explanation

answer the call to make Devonte mistakenly think we’re involved,

we’re involved? We are involved!”

gaze and found herself at a loss for words. Despite her efforts to distance herself from him, he was still there for her, waiting for her to give him a shot. Did she, with all her flaws, truly deserve an outstanding man

slightly. Maybe,

at the Sanderson family villa, Harlee, fresh from a nap with Felix,

got a greeting out when Aldrich’s whining

about me. I’ve been at the beach, trying to figure out what I had erred on to deserve the neglect. Listen,

spoke, he sniffled, his voice carrying the weight

hours spent binge-watching TV dramas were paying off as