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

Chapter 1654:

“Yes, sir!” Karl nodded respectfully and slowly backed away.

Regarding the new antibiotics, Rhys had no intention of reclaiming them by force. He would simply make the Cavendish family deliver them to him.

Meanwhile, after regaining her composure, Celine slowly walked into the Cavendish family residence.

As she entered the living room, she was met with the stern faces of the Cavendish family elders. A sense of dread filled her heart. Before she could inquire about the situation, the Duke of Mylo approached swiftly and delivered a sharp slap to her face.

The force of the slap left Celine’s cheek numb, a trickle of blood emerging from the corner of her mouth. She staggered, her ears ringing from the impact. As she faced the scornful looks of those in the room, she stood frozen, too shocked to even touch her wounded cheek.

Celine had never been slapped before. This first, heart-wrenching strike came from the very man she considered her loving foster father, shattering her world. However, before she could even shed a tear, another harsh slap resounded, this time on her other cheek.

Through gritted teeth, the Duke of Mylo berated her, “Celine, you fool! Your actions have put the Cavendish family in jeopardy! Do you understand that our family’s ducal status and everything we’ve achieved is tied to the alliances behind Thiago?”

her, his

dragged our family’s name

as if struggling to breathe. Despite his affection for Celine, faced with such dire consequences, his duty to preserve the family’s

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handprint on her cheek appear

living room showed any sympathy. Instead, they all glared at her with hatred, vehemently blaming her for causing irreparable damage to

trembled for a moment but soon stood upright. It was a Cavendish family rule: always

why her father, mother, brothers, and the family elders, who had always shown her affection, were now using such harsh words against her. She was unsure whom she had offended to cause such a shift. Suddenly,

Celine dismissed the thought, murmuring to herself, “That’s impossible. Harlee is just a pauper. There’s no way she has that kind of power!” Her voice was soft, but Coen, who was standing closest, heard her. He grabbed her wrist and anxiously asked, “Harlee? Was the person

“Coen, you’re hurting me.”

a coquettish manner, a tactic that had often made Coen relent in the

tightened. His eyes were fierce, and his tone was filled

me. Who exactly