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

Chapter 1641:

“Even though I’m not well-regarded right now, I can assure you that having me on your side is no small matter!” Elva declared, draping her right arm around Harlee’s shoulders reassuringly.

“Don’t worry. Finding out who’s behind these rumors will take just a few minutes if I put my mind to it.”

Harlee remained still, allowing Elva to rest her hand on her shoulder. A playful smile tugged at Harlee’s lips.

Harlee found Elva, her future sister-in-law, somewhat different from what she had envisioned, yet Elva still appealed to her tastes.

Elva said confidently, “Honestly, I don’t even need to dig around to know who’s gossiping about me. It’s simply because I’m young and have already discovered a new antibiotic, while they’re still aimlessly toiling in their labs. How pathetic of them.”

With a solemn nod, Elva added, “If slandering me makes their lives any easier, I’m more than willing to be their scapegoat. After all, I’ll be returning to serve my country next year. Consider it a preemptive act of kindness on my part.”

Harlee’s expression remained composed, her lips curving into an enigmatic smile. Her deep, dark eyes were contemplative, giving nothing away. She gently lifted Elva’s hand from her shoulder, saying softly, “Yes, they are quite pathetic.”

warmed at Harlee’s affirmation, and she unconsciously touched her nose, a flush of excitement visible. Well, this was

inquired, “Are you a new graduate student?

live

her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief as she replied casually, “No, I’m just

and whispered, “Then you must keep your friend’s identity a secret. I wouldn’t want her to be tarnished by association

assumed Harlee was attending the lecture on behalf of a friend. Harlee simply nodded, her expression unreadable. Would Fleming be affected

her phone, scrolled through it briefly, and

against me. You must

Elva refreshed the page, new derogatory posts about her—and now

gave a small, embarrassed

worry. I’m tough. I can handle it,” she said as her voice trailed

crafting responses to each troll targeting Harlee, while

her eyes, observing the vitriolic posts and heated comments on Elva’s phone. Her gaze deepened, her expression turning ominously dark. Elva, engrossed in her digital counterattacks, failed to notice Harlee’s shifting

She

phone away and looked over at