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

Chapter 1636:

Watching Harlee and Thiago disappear into the distance, a flicker of malice crossed Celine’s eyes. She pondered whether Thiago had rejected her because of Harlee. Was Harlee somehow more exceptional than her? Refusing to believe that anyone could spurn her, Celine pulled out her phone, quickly sent a message to Nola, and then hurried after the pair.

Meanwhile, Harlee and Thiago entered the upscale restaurant on the sixth floor of the Outy Hotel, choosing a table near the window.

Thiago, sitting across from Harlee, spoke in a resonant tone.

“Harlee, I’ll take care of removing the news later.”

Aware of the whispers and furtive photos from the crowd, Harlee and Thiago remained indifferent, as such occurrences were not new to them.

Harlee looked at him, her eyes serene, and responded, “Don’t bother. They couldn’t have gotten a clear shot. Focus on what comes next.”

“Okay,” Thiago nodded in agreement.

Celine, who had hurried over, noticed Thiago’s warm gaze toward Harlee—a stark contrast to the indifference he had always shown her—and her irritation flared.

eyebrows furrowed in anger, Celine imagined drawing a pistol from her belt and silencing Harlee. She had pursued Thiago tirelessly, yet he had never looked at her kindly. She had assumed his aloof demeanor was unchangeable, yet here he

eyes narrowed, her

Montgomery!” she called out sharply, her

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turned simultaneously,

Thiago informed Harlee before turning to face Celine with an impassive gaze as she

emotions barely contained. After

did you get back? You’ve been occupied, haven’t you? Why didn’t you tell

there was a woman sitting across from you. Is she a

gaze shielded by long lashes. She sat with crossed legs, embodying a mix of nonchalance and icy poise. She glanced at Celine, then turned to

so tightly that her fingertips dug into her palm, snapping

quickly adopted an innocent demeanor, as if

don’t introduce me to your friend, I’m going to

watched Harlee closely, not wanting to miss any clue in her expression. Harlee took a

“Who is this person?”

shifted dramatically. Just as she was about to slam her bag on