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

Chapter 1717:

Judson was quick to latch onto the idea.

“Yeah, you’ve never gone up against Cillian, right? This is the perfect chance!”

“That’s right, Harlee. You and Cillian should go head-to-head and see whose card skills are sharper,” Patrick quipped, his voice carrying a sly undertone. The words had barely settled before another chimed in, echoing the sentiment with equal enthusiasm.

Cillian, though unfamiliar with Harlee’s prowess at cards, quickly caught on. These three wanted him to be overwhelmed by frustration over the game losses, a sacrificial lamb to her skill. He exhaled slowly, then turned to Harlee.

“How about we play together?”

Harlee didn’t miss the subtle yet telling shifts in their expressions. A knowing smile played at the corners of her lips, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes as she settled beside them with an air of effortless ease. Her posture was relaxed, almost languid, as if she had all the time in the world. She was enjoying this far too much.

“You’ll take turns playing with me.”

to refuse outright—no hesitation, no second thoughts. But the moment his eyes locked onto Harlee’s teasing yet

“Alright, I’m in.”

sweeping over the remaining three. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. The weight of her stare carried enough unspoken command to press down

“Cillian, you go first.”

g a

exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck as if that could somehow dissolve

card skills are trash. I’ll

“You go first.”

gracefully lowered herself into the chair opposite

adoration. His wife was tirelessly working to earn money to raise Felix. She was putting in so much

three reluctant men as he

a breakneck pace. They lost

had become well-acquainted with Harlee’s exceptional card skills, didn’t show much more than a grimace at their losses. They were used to it, even though the sting of losing still lingered. But Cillian, having never engaged in card games

games, managed to secure a couple of wins. However, Cillian was on a losing streak that seemed endless. Doubt gnawed at him with each