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

Chapter 1725:

The undercurrent of schadenfreude was unmistakable, and the others felt the same way. Opportunities like this were rare, and they intended to savor it.

Rhys was supposed to descend alongside Harlee, but she had made it clear she had her own plans.

“Stay put,” she had instructed, her voice like a blade wrapped in silk. He had considered protesting, but one glance from her—steady and unreadable—had sealed his lips and anchored him to his seat. Now, with Rhys not nearby, Jianna and the others secretly mocked him.

Cillian, ever the observant one, shot a glance toward the second floor before subtly tugging Robbie’s sleeve. Leaning in, he murmured, “Rhys has a perfect view of us from up there. Ease up on that grin.”

But Robbie was never one to heed warnings. Instead of dialing it down, he grinned even wider, his expression practically gleaming with mischief. If mockery had a face, it would have been his at that moment.

Seeing no other option, Cillian quietly shifted to block Robbie from Rhys’ direct line of sight, though the others weren’t as fortunate.

funeral march playing for them. Poor fools. They thought Rhys was too preoccupied with Harlee to notice, but

his gaze flicked back to Harlee, something changed in his expression. His mind raced. Fortunately, he had always shown her

requests for this dramatic entrance, she would have chosen something less conspicuous. She wasn’t one to bask in the limelight—not yet, at least. Revealing her true identity too soon would only complicate matters, robbing her of the thrill of the unfolding game. And then there

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gaze found Errol with unerring precision. He was seated in the shadows, his presence like a coiled serpent waiting for the right

loose thread in the fabric of his carefully woven plans—one that needed to be cut. And right now, he was likely already calculating the sharpest

was locked onto Errol. It didn’t take long for Errol to sense their stares closing in

sentence. Or worse, a fate so cruel that death would seem like mercy. Before she made a move, Errol was already unraveling, his nerves fraying at the edges. He squirmed. It was as if Harlee’s piercing stare had wrapped around his throat, squeezing the

commanding aura she carried—undeniable, unshakable—was something even he, her mentor, could never

own emotions, Lexus stepped forward, took Harlee’s hand, and addressed the crowd, his voice cutting

I have an even more important announcement

A breath. Then, turning to Harlee with unwavering sincerity, Lexus declared, “From this moment on, all of my assets will be inherited by Harlee. Neither Gilmore nor my dear grandson,