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

Chapter 1702:

Meanwhile, Errol remained curiously inactive. He took no steps to retaliate against Harlee as if their grudge had vanished into thin air. Not only did he sidestep Harlee’s attempt to provoke a confrontation between his covert group and her, but also put a stop to Nola’s attempts at revenge.

As a result, Harlee did not need to strike back either, and the atmosphere remained eerily calm.

Thursday approached.

Aldrich and Alina made their way back to Baythorn, settling into a villa next to Remson Manor.

Alina had enrolled in graduate studies at Baythorn University, focusing on economics. Initially, she had planned to pursue her studies independently and later impress Harlee with her academic achievements. However, she soon found herself needing to rely on some connections.

Alina had been intensively preparing for her courses, building on her self-taught knowledge. Now, she was simply counting down the days until Monday when her classes would officially begin.

She chose not to stay in the dormitory because Aldrich had offered to drive her to and from school each day.

had gradually settled into villas near Remson Manor. The entire place had come alive again, returning to its usual

might become popular this year. These images showcased Shadow Moon Group’s newest seasonal offerings. Brice had shared them earlier in the Twilight girls’ group chat, anticipating their selections for air

within the Shadow Moon Society. Previously, Harlee had allowed the female members of the organization to choose from her designs—a unique perk

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sigh. It had been all morning long. From their arrival until now, the two women had been

by the prolonged decision-making process over just a few clothing items. They were even more confused by Aldrich, who occasionally chimed in with fashion advice. Could anyone explain how Aldrich had become

flashing with brief disdain before he rolled them. Humph. With such a clueless and thoughtless attitude, they were unlikely to

the couch, Judson let out a pitiful groan. He thrust

Continuing will only crush what’s left of

his face in his hands, overwhelmed by frustration. He had played a full twenty-eight rounds and hadn’t managed a single kill. This frustrating and tough game

grabbed the controller, briefly eyeing the screen, and hesitantly

face shifting subtly to a playful expression as she

“Okay.”