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

Chapter 1595:

From across the room, Kareem lowered his wine glass. His long fingers interlocked, and beneath half-lidded eyes, he studied the female bodyguard with quiet intensity.

Harlee, the female bodyguard in question, stood beside Barry, a stark contrast to the opulence around her. Dressed in black athletic wear, sneakers instead of formal shoes, a cap and mask concealing her face—she looked more like someone fresh from a workout than a professional protector.

Although bodyguards were not required to adhere to a strict dress code, none dared to dress as casually as Harlee did. Yet, despite the understated nature of her attire, her presence carried an air of quiet defiance that subtly drew attention.

Harlee’s expression remained unreadable, her eyes as cold and distant as a winter’s moon. That frosty demeanor, wrapped in a veil of indifference, made people glance her way out of curiosity—only to lose interest when met with the impenetrable wall of her gaze. But Kareem was different. His eyes lingered. Perhaps he had noticed something. Or perhaps it was mere curiosity.

From the moment Harlee stepped into the banquet hall, she had been aware of Kareem’s presence. At first, she dismissed him, not intending to greet him. But when she sensed the weight of his gaze lingering on her, she shifted slightly and acknowledged him with a nod, effortless yet deliberate.

about this female bodyguard gnawed at him. The shape of her eyes, the arch of her brows—it was all so familiar. No, not just familiar. Almost identical to Harlee’s. Yet, the contours of her face beneath the mask didn’t align with his memory of

through the space—it was as if he were watching Harlee walk through the room. Had he not been certain that Harlee could

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A subtle lift of her brow, a silent provocation. She feigned indifference, her focus returning to the man she was assigned to protect—Barry. Barry,

the secretary as a partial shield. Then, with a

had to stir up trouble had evaporated. The North Island assassins were still lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He couldn’t afford to cross Harlee now—tempting fate

on the edge of causing trouble, only for Harlee to shut him down with nothing but a single glance. It was almost pitiful. After all the times Harlee had bested

banquet hall, Rhys sat lazily behind the wheel, his fingers drumming idly against the steering wheel. With an almost amused drawl, he cast a glance at

really what the North Island

a real hunt—but as it turned out, he hadn’t