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

Chapter 1625:

With a single stern look from Harlee, Stefan’s casual demeanor vanished, replaced by seriousness.

“Harlee, I’ve handled everything on the Happer family’s side. But you have only twenty minutes, so make it quick.”

Stefan’s words caught Robbie and the others off guard. They hadn’t realized the Shadow Moon Society had covert operatives, and their eyes turned to Harlee in astonishment.

A brief expression of surprise appeared in Rhys’ eyes before he quickly masked it. A slow smile then spread across his face, reflecting a sense of pride. He and Harlee were indeed a couple, their strategies deeply aligned.

Rhys assumed Harlee was strategically concealing some of her resources for emergencies, not realizing she didn’t actually regard Stefan as a true member of the Shadow Moon Society.

Harlee stepped into the center of the group, her demeanor relaxed yet authoritative. Rhys followed close behind, his aura dominating the space with palpable power and authority.

a nervous tic perhaps unnoticed by the others. Was Harlee going to beat him up in front of so many people? And the imposing figure beside her—was that her partner? The air around this man was charged with an almost tangible authority. If his resolve hadn’t been fortified over the years, the mere intensity of that gaze would have made him break out in a

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came the unified response, and Stefan immediately began outlining the

leaving only Harlee, Rhys, Serena, and Stefan. The

frustration, his eyes icy and intense, his mind adrift. He lay there, half-lidded, clad only in a hotel bathrobe, the scars on his exposed limbs a testament to

Errol, Davenport’s mental resolve remained unbroken. He was no fool. Throughout the interrogation, he sensed that his grandfather hadn’t completely abandoned him. His strategy now hinged on enduring the ordeal, trusting that his allies would come to his aid and that he could still vie

himself, choosing to remain still. He intended

the door to the private prison

His eyes lit up at the sight of the man at the door, his

his legs out of bed, but the toll from Errol’s harsh interrogations and the occasional bouts of torture