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.

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, the relentless vomiting having drained every ounce

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,

choose between braving a bullet or enduring another car ride with Harlee, he would, without hesitation, take his chances with the former. The speed… It was less of a drive and more of a reckless pilgrimage

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better. Pale and trembling, she clung to the remnants of her composure, forcing herself to tend to

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

crossed, engrossed in a mobile game. Her face remained expressionless, save for a flicker of amusement as

heading toward the dining area but pausing at the sight before him. His secretary

was quiet. Barry now sat on the opposite side of the sofa, tiredly stretching

a big gulp. The tiredness on his face appeared to subside. He looked at Harlee, who was still playing her game,

attending the Mogluylia banquet in two days— my first and likely last. If I’m right, the assassins will