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.

to notice, but Rhys had the uncanny ability to watch everything at once. His focus might have

Then, as his gaze flicked back to Harlee, something changed in his expression. His mind

remained a mask of calm, betraying nothing of the thoughts simmering beneath the surface. If not for Lexus’ persistent requests for this dramatic entrance, she would have chosen something less conspicuous. She wasn’t one to bask in

fantastic tales on

in the shadows, his presence like a coiled serpent waiting for the right moment to strike. Her

loose thread in the fabric of his carefully woven plans—one that needed

help but notice how Harlee’s gaze was locked onto

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

noting every guest’s reaction. Harlee, his most outstanding student, was truly one of a kind in both looks and temperament. That natural, commanding aura she carried—undeniable, unshakable—was something even he, her

Harlee’s hand, and addressed the crowd, his voice cutting through the stunned

beyond introducing my student today, I have an even more important

on, all of my assets will be inherited by Harlee. Neither Gilmore nor my dear grandson, Ableson, will receive a single