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

Chapter 1596:

Even so, the bound-up assassins glared at Rhys with bloodshot eyes, their faces twisted with unbridled hatred. They were like caged beasts, desperate for a taste of vengeance but utterly powerless to claim it.

Unfortunately for them, before they had been delivered here, Brodie had taken the liberty of dislocating each of their jaws. Their fury was suffocating, but all they could do was seethe in silence.

Brodie Chapman—Rhys’ most trusted right-hand man in the Sovereign of the Underworld. A ghost in the shadows, rarely seen, never openly associated with Rhys. Their paths had not crossed in three years.

Now, standing before him, Brodie lowered his head with unwavering respect.

“Mr. Green, how would you like me to handle them?”

Rhys turned the key, the low growl of the engine slicing through the heavy air. He barely spared the assassins a glance before murmuring in a voice soft as silk but cold as death, “Kill them all.”

“Understood.”

in his eyes dissipated like mist at dawn, leaving behind nothing but a chilling emptiness. A shiver ran down the spines of the

exhaled. A flicker of

a mercy that

throats, and took out

finger on the growing sense of familiarity gnawing at him. The female bodyguard stationed by Barry’s side stirred something in his subconscious, yet the realization eluded him. It was only at the end, when a peculiar impulse overtook him, that he discreetly snapped a photo of her back and sent it to Harlee with a single message: “Doesn’t she look just

ever so slightly as she gazed at her phone screen. A flicker of amusement danced in her usually inscrutable eyes—something playful, almost girlish. It was a fleeting moment, but Barry, who happened to glance her way, was thunderstruck. His jaw nearly hit the floor. Was this really the same ruthless Harlee he knew? The woman who could freeze a room with

look, as indifferent as the moon gazing upon the waves. Then, with an unreadable expression, she lowered her gaze back

resemble

denied that the woman was her, choosing instead to weave an air of

to Barry, her tone

ever the cautious one, dared not question

He nodded obediently.