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

Chapter 1695:

Errol’s gaze darkened, his words deliberate. He had been cautious around Nola for a long time, maintaining a façade due to their familial ties. If Nola proved loyal to the Happer family and to him, he would treat her fairly. However, if she acted against him, he would not hesitate to remove her—even though she was his granddaughter. After all, Nola had only entered their lives years ago.

“Yes, sir, I will ensure close surveillance on her and prevent any moves against us!” Moshe nodded and respectfully exited the study.

As he walked away, Moshe couldn’t shake the feeling that the leadership of the Happer family was destined for Davenport. He looked forward to his protégé rising as Davenport’s key ally. As for Nola, Moshe was determined to systematically dismantle her advantages, leaving her with no path to success.

After dinner, Rhys and Harlee retired to the study.

This marked the fourth consecutive night Rhys had spent alone on the sofa. In the study, they both engaged separately in work and gaming, without disturbing one another.

Having managed most of his new company’s tasks during the day, Rhys spent much of the evening watching Harlee.

As the clock struck midnight, Rhys rose from his chair, loosened his tie with a smirk, and approached Harlee. He leaned down slightly, offering a glimpse of his toned abs beneath his shirt.

sight of his physique, her gaze lingering before she looked away. Rhys seemed different tonight, exuding a youthful vigor that belied his age. If it weren’t for his attire, he could easily pass for a college student—perhaps

her phone aside, reached up to pull him closer by the neck, and

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playful tone made Rhys swallow hard, desire evident in his expression. He leaned in closer, his voice deepening to a husky whisper, tinged with an inviting undertone, and said, “Care to make the night more

considered his proposition, her eyes sparkling

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raced, his grin broadening. He kissed her passionately, his hand firmly supporting her back, blending

then whispered hoarsely as he nestled against

into his arms, kissing her as he carried

breaths mingled, their proximity

“I am.”

in, and kissed Rhys again—a kiss filled