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

Chapter 1719:

“I’ll have someone dig into Lexus’ recent dealings over the next few days. As for the banquet, if you would rather not go, I can attend in your place.”

Harlee leaned into him, tilted her head up, and smiled lazily.

“Nah. Let’s go together. Something tells me this banquet is going to be interesting.”

Rhys paused, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, we’ll go together then.”

In the Happer family villa, Nola threw the invitation Moshe had delivered onto the desk, her voice dripping with disdain.

“Grandpa, I have no interest in attending this trashy banquet.”

family rule: any invitation personally delivered by Moshe was mandatory for all family members to attend. So, when Nola saw

the Happer family, she had grown increasingly bold and casual in the way she treated him. Last time, when he stood up for Davenport, she dared to call him out in front of the entire family, accusing him of favoritism without a shred of hesitation. And now, she dared to toss an invitation onto his desk as

couldn’t pinpoint what lay behind her actions, a deep sense of unease crept over him. Something

he allowed her to continue

now at

“Grandpa, I’m busy with work right now. I really don’t have time for these pointless social affairs. Just decline on my behalf. Moreover, our family has no ties to

something, but the invitation had been delivered to him directly. Moreover, Lexus had called to extend the invitation to both him and Nola once more. If they both failed to show up, the Happer family would once again find itself under the harsh glare of public scrutiny. And right now, the last thing they needed was more turbulence. Therefore, Nola had to go and perform

through the air like a blade, harsh and

heartbeat. Her refusal had been based on Errol’s disdain for Lexus. However, she hadn’t anticipated Errol’s ire turning on her. It was a stinging rebuke. Clearly, Errol’s simmering displeasure, fueled by the Davenport affair, was reaching a boiling point. She needed to accelerate her plans to seize control of

her moment, her high noon. She couldn’t afford to give Errol even the slightest opening. So, even if his arrangements tasted like bitter medicine, she had to swallow them with a show of respect. Once she had the upper hand, she

Errol, her eyes a picture of

she began, her voice dripping with