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

Chapter 1592:

Harlee’s brows arched ever so slightly. Her expression remained distant, her gaze unfathomable, yet the corners of her lips curled into a slow, mischievous smirk—half amusement, half provocation.

“A shame. You deserve a better employer.”

With that parting shot, Harlee turned on her heel and sauntered out the door, leaving Barry fuming and his secretary wishing she could melt into the floorboards and pretend she had never been there.

Barry’s eyes followed Harlee’s retreating figure with a singular thought churning in his mind—he never wanted to cross paths with this woman again.

His secretary, however, was still basking in the afterglow of being appreciated by a strikingly beautiful woman. Barry’s anger had merely compelled her to restrain her giddy delight.

Back in her hotel suite, Harlee shrugged off her coat and sank into the plush embrace of the sofa, stretching out with the ease of a panther at rest, her long legs draping over the edge. Every muscle in her body sighed with relief.

Right on cue, her phone vibrated. She didn’t need to check the screen. She already knew who it was.

Lazily propping herself up just enough to retrieve the device, she placed it on the sofa’s armrest without bothering to sit up.

the moment the call connected, Rhys’ deep, velvety voice seeped

you really don’t plan on coming back tonight? Lee, you’ve been neglecting me for two

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grievance in his tone, subtle yet

of laughter threading through her words. Her voice, though still cool, had lost

the other end, Rhys’ voice dropped

must be missing me by now.

laughable. The infamous Rhys, the iron-fisted ruler of the Green Group, a man who struck fear into the underworld with a mere glance, reduced to a besotted

languid and knowing. She

“No.”

flashing across his computer screen. The latest intel had just arrived—details on the number of North Island assassins who had slipped

of indulgence. With a

lazily, his posture mirroring Harlee’s on the other end of the call. Both were at ease,

it, a flicker of concern passed through her