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

Chapter 1589:

The words hit Barry like a cold slap. His fists clenched involuntarily, and his eyes widened in shock. His breath came in quick, shallow bursts, and sweat slicked his palms as panic began to grip him. He hadn’t expected the assassins from North Island to arrive so soon—let alone in a group.

His opponent seemed to be growing more and more impatient, and it was easy to see why. The Golden Summit was only five days long, and two of those precious days had already slipped away. If he were in his opponent’s shoes, he would be equally anxious.

“Your life is in my hands. No one will harm you while I’m here,” Harlee said coolly.

Her goal was to calm Barry’s turbulent emotions, guide him back from the edge, and prevent him from doing something impulsive or losing control.

However, to Barry, her words sounded more like a threat. But given the urgency of the situation, he had no choice but to follow her lead. After all, his life was in her hands.

Barry dragged his tired body back to the hotel. He hadn’t even fully entered before collapsing onto the living room carpet. His body had been wrung dry,

his crew hadn’t even made it a few blocks away from the meeting venue before a group of ominous figures began tailing them. Sensing trouble and unwilling to invite chaos, Harlee had seized the wheel and slammed the accelerator to the floor. Barry barely

drive and more of a reckless pilgrimage to the afterlife. The moment he got into the car, a haze had settled over him, his head buzzing like a beehive in chaos. Never again. He would rather face a firing squad than be subjected to that torment once

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fared much better. Pale and trembling, she clung to the remnants of her

clock struck 10:30 p.m., Barry finally stirred from his deep slumber, having clawed his way back from exhaustion after

on the plush sofa, legs crossed, engrossed in a mobile game. Her face

toward the dining area but pausing at the sight before him. His secretary followed closely, ready to act at

now sat on the opposite side of the sofa, tiredly stretching his neck as his secretary served him a cup of

a big gulp. The tiredness on his face appeared to subside. He looked

likely last. If I’m right, the assassins will see