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…”

Moira’s voice faded entirely. She

remained impassive as she 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

by the scene, Tiffany watched with an amused smile. Compared to what Moira and the others had done, Harlee was practically showing mercy. If the victims’ families had been the ones delivering justice, they would have torn Moira apart limb by

between her lips. Within seconds, Moira, who had been deathly still, suddenly started gasping for air. Clutching her bloodied head, she shrieked, “You monster! You murderer! I’m calling the police! You will suffer a fate worse than

retrieved a pack of wet wipes from her bag and handed them to Harlee before strolling over to Moira. Without a

sharp slap

Harlee again, I’ll end you right here and now. And since you already see me as some

from the slamming, and she shook it in an attempt to clear her dizzying thoughts. Her eyes met Harlee’s cold, unforgiving gaze. A shiver ran through her, and her body instinctively recoiled. This woman was insane—a dangerous lunatic who was truly capable of killing! This

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

the distant wastebasket. She didn’t

hands trembled as she fumbled

calling! I swear,

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