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

Chapter 1622:

As they drove along the broad road, Serena maintained a steady pace and revisited their earlier discussion.

“So, is Stefan your undercover agent in the Happer family? His recent insights suggest he’s more than just a bodyguard, doesn’t he?”

“Stefan comes from royal lineage. He begged to join my service a few years back after a defeat at my hands, so I placed him in the Happer family without much thought. It turned out to be quite beneficial.”

Harlee’s memory of Stefan was vague. Without Davenport’s mishap, Stefan might have remained forgotten. She now realized she might have underestimated Stefan. Anyone who navigated a complex royal environment so adeptly surely had his ways.

“That’s not his real look.”

Noticing Serena’s curiosity about Stefan, Harlee added before she closed her eyes to rest, “He’s a master of disguise. What you just saw was his disguised self. In reality, his true features are rather dashing.”

With that, Harlee dismissed further inquiries, shut her eyes, and mulled over the dynamics within the Happer family and Nola’s role in it. She speculated whether Nola had pilfered Serena’s luck or shielded Serena from misfortune upon returning to the Happer household.

eager for

seaside villa, Rhys lounged on the sofa, radiating hostility and a clear message to maintain distance. He gripped a mug, sipped lightly from it, and remained silent, though the chill in his demeanor intensified. Standing nearby, Cillian wore a grave expression, careful even with his

through Rhys’ mind were a mystery to

now on

Robbie and Thiago enjoyed

them, anxiety crept up on the duo.

cold? Let me top it

disinterested glance but remained motionless,

set it down, his smile forced. He covertly signaled

friends strategically

couldn’t stop himself from swearing inwardly. Had he anticipated this, he would have opted not to be so subservient and left Cillian to

inability to intervene. Sometimes, they had to overlook the welfare of their friends to make the best choice, given

exchanges and gestures among the three, then silently set his mug down and

the setting sun, casting an almost mystical

asked, “How did you know I