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

Chapter 1642:

“The professor is here. Let’s focus on the lecture,” Harlee suggested, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous smile.

Harlee was delighted. Her future sister-in-law was indeed remarkable. Though somewhat impulsive, Elva was straightforward and endearing, qualities that clearly explained Fleming’s affection for her.

Over the next two days, Harlee and Elva were nearly inseparable.

Aside from the hours spent apart at night, Elva was with Harlee throughout the day—attending lectures, dining, and exploring entertainment options. So committed was Elva to making Harlee’s visit enjoyable that she even skipped her beloved lab sessions.

One afternoon, Elva explained, a rueful expression on her face, “Harlee, I can’t have dinner with you tonight. I’ve missed two days at the lab, and my professor is furious. He says if I don’t return to my experiments, I might as well not come back at all. I have to go now, but let’s have dinner tomorrow, okay?”

Elva waved her hand and dashed off to the lab, not waiting for Harlee to respond—a clear indication of how urgent her professor’s messages had been. Harlee stood quietly for a few moments, then took out her phone, sent an address to Rhys, donned her baseball cap, and headed for the nearest restaurant.

Meanwhile, Rhys, who had been neglected by Harlee for two days, shot to his feet with a smile when he received her message, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

be there in twenty

back. He then excused himself from a meeting with international delegates, giving Patrick a nod before driving off to

Harlee sat in a corner and ordered a few

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entered. They were loud and crude. One of them spat, “Shit! Spreading rumors didn’t bring down Elva. Sebastian, let’s just rape her to

her expression unreadable. A man near

glanced toward Sebastian, who was decked out in designer clothes and gold-rimmed glasses, his demeanor both

I couldn’t wait to have a taste of that fiery beauty!”

to conspire quietly, discussing

a few bites of the appetizers that had just been served, then stood and walked over to the restaurant owner. She transferred one million to his account and said in a frosty tone,

steaming soup that had been freshly served and hurled it at the group, her face devoid of emotion, embodying

as the soup made its

her gaze, fixing her eyes on the group, and declared, “Tell me who’s orchestrating this, and I

man to react grabbed a chair, aiming to hurl it

trash from Mogluylia, watch how I break you apart,”