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

Chapter 1610

Chapter 1610:

Before anyone could react, a wicked grin curled across Harlee’s lips. She raised her hand, seized Moira’s high ponytail with a vicious yank, and, with brutal force, dragged Moira toward the office desk.

Without hesitation, Harlee pressed Moira’s head down, slamming it repeatedly against the hard surface of the desk.

A collective gasp nearly escaped the onlookers, but fear clamped their mouths shut. They had all witnessed the brutal fate of the cameraman who had dared to scream. No one was foolish enough to make a sound now.

Compared to the carnage in the studio, this was far worse. Tiffany had never seen this side of Harlee before, but instead of horror, an exhilarating rush coursed through her veins. These inhumane people deserved nothing less than Harlee’s brutal treatment.

Harlee continued to slam Moira’s head into the desk, unfazed even as the blood began to pool. Her grip remained unyielding, and the terror in the eyes of those watching deepened.

Moira went from yelling and cursing to pleading for mercy. Her face was a bloody mess, her consciousness slipping away, and all she could manage to say was, “Help… Please… Let me go…”

faded entirely. She couldn’t even hear

tightened her grip on Moira’s head. Only when she decided it was enough did she slowly loosen her fingers. The moment Harlee let go, Moira crumpled to

an amused smile. Compared to what Moira and the others had done, Harlee was practically showing mercy. If the victims’

crouched down and slipped a pill between her lips. Within seconds, Moira, who had been deathly

retrieved a pack of wet wipes from her bag and handed them to Harlee

sharp slap

dare insult Harlee again, I’ll end you right here and now. And since you already see

gaze. A shiver ran through her, and her body instinctively recoiled. This

imminent death clenched Moira’s heart. Before Harlee could speak again, Moira blurted out, her voice shaking, “I’ll

the used wet wipes into the distant wastebasket. She didn’t say a word, her gaze cold and piercing, as if she could see

hands trembled as she fumbled for

swear, I’m calling

phone vibrated in her pocket. Moira jolted at the sound and instinctively covered her