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

Chapter 1714:

As the call disconnected, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk ghosted across Serena’s lips. Did Errol really think he could outmaneuver Harlee? That was about as likely as a mouse outwitting a hawk. If history had proven anything, it was that those who made themselves Harlee’s problem never lived long enough to regret it.

Meanwhile, inside the airport’s VIP lounge, Elva had practically fused herself to Harlee’s side the moment Errol’s name was uttered, her unease as visible as the tension in her clenched fists.

Elva remained silent until Harlee finally set her phone down. Only then did Elva lean in, her voice hushed but urgent.

“Harlee, is Errol making a move again? Is it serious? Is there anything I can do to help?”

Harlee, ever unbothered, took the lollipop from her mouth and chuckled.

“Something like that, but not quite. Don’t fret over it. Your priority is working with Fleming to push the antibiotic trials forward. Leave the rest to me.”

Hearing this, Elva felt the weight on her shoulders lighten. From the moment they met, Harlee had never once been wrong about anything she was certain of. Her confidence was like an unshakable pillar, and as long as Elva could see that unwavering certainty in Harlee, any lingering doubts would dissipate like mist under the morning sun.

her determination

forward with the antibiotic upgrade and strive to complete

lost in thought. Harlee was remarkable, almost like a star lighting the path ahead. If she wanted

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Harlee, Serena remained still, letting the silence stretch for three full minutes. She needed that time to collect herself and rein in her emotions until her mind felt steady once more. She

was “Unknown Number,” but Errol knew it was Serena. Few people were able to attain this number, and

reaching out to decline the proposal outright. His brows knitted together instinctively. Still, he kept his composure. Maintaining a good rapport was always a wise move, regardless of the outcome. If the

Fletcher,” Errol greeted her first, his voice even and

other end, arched

And how did you know it was me before I

suspicion. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Errol

quiet breath before

there’s been a misunderstanding. Only a handful of people have my

tone. Then, he continued, “I