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

Chapter 1591:

“Your brother is a distinguished military officer—sharp, perceptive. Mr. Stevenson fears he might piece together the truth about your identity despite your disguise, so…”

The secretary faltered, wary of testing Harlee’s patience. If she rambled too much, she might invite a frostier reaction. This was the best explanation she could muster in such a short time. She could only hope Harlee would let it slide—flattered by the praise toward Kareem and appeased enough to forgive Barry. If all went well, she could defuse the tension, if only a little.

A faint smirk ghosted across Barry’s lips. He was clearly pleased with the secretary’s words. Without another glance at her, he shifted his thoughts toward a more pressing matter—ensuring she remained in his employment. Keeping one’s composure under intense pressure was a rare skill, and he wasn’t about to let such talent slip through his fingers.

The secretary had initially been an assistant under Barry’s right-hand man, the one who had taken a bullet for him. When the dust settled, the secretary had seamlessly stepped into the role, proving far more capable than Barry had anticipated.

Harlee, perched comfortably in her seat, cast a slow, unreadable glance in the secretary’s direction. Then, with an air of lazy amusement, she rose to her feet. Each step she took was deliberate, the soft click of her heels against the marble floor marking time like a pendulum before an execution.

The secretary’s thoughts scrambled. Her breath hitched. She stood frozen, lips parted slightly, her wide eyes locked onto Harlee’s. Cold. That was the only word she could think of to describe Harlee’s gaze. Cold and piercing, as though it could peel away the layers of a person’s soul. And yet—Harlee was breathtaking.

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the natural response, but the

her hands into her pockets, her voice a slow, measured

feet. Ever thought about working for someone

on her desk. She blinked rapidly, her gaze locked onto Harlee, searching her

within the secretary. Seriously? Harlee appreciated her performance? She might as well jump

slightest concern for his feelings. She had gone too far this time. Only then did Harlee seem to register Barry’s presence. Tilting her head slightly,

You got a problem with

further, yet he forced himself to maintain composure. His

“No.”

could hear the fury simmering