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

Chapter 1730:

“What do you plan to do, Errol?” Harlee asked, blocking his angry gaze with a cold tone.

Errol, his expression livid and nursing his sore wrist, knew he was outnumbered.

“What do I plan to do? What else can I do? Professor Moreno, since you and your grandson don’t welcome me, I’ll leave. But remember this day. You’ll need to offer a sincere apology, or watch your back.”

Harlee clicked her tongue, turned away, and sat back down, dismissing Errol’s threat as if it were nothing more than bluster.

The chill from Errol’s words lingered, yet as the guests watched Harlee’s nonchalant demeanor, they couldn’t help but find the humor in the situation, as if Errol’s threat was indeed just an empty boast.

Errol, supported by Moshe, left the banquet. He had hoped to sway the guests against Lexus and incite them to leave as well, but considering Harlee’s formidable reputation, he decided against it. Sometimes, patience was the wiser strategy. He was confident that with careful planning, he could make Harlee pay.

Nola had already slipped away amidst the commotion, eager to avoid any association with Errol’s disgrace.

After the Happer family’s departure, the banquet quickly regained its lively atmosphere, thanks to Harlee urging Jianna and others to keep the party going. A banquet, after all, should be lively and fun!

more hours, leaving Rhys secluded on the second floor for

wrapped up, Harlee helped Edward, Matthew, and Lexus to their cars and then turned back, leaning against the

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He rested his head gently on Harlee’s shoulder,

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muttered, “I’m heading to

chimed in, “Ah, I’ll bring the car

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during Rhys’ tender displays, as the consequences could be dire. Outside the hotel, Rhys’ imposing figure leaned into Harlee, his hand securely on her waist.

to stroke his hair, her face brushing against his. She then cradled his face in her hands, her smile

that I wish I could keep you all

her words, Harlee held Rhys’ face, stood on her tiptoes, and gently kissed

hand gently pressed against the back of her head. He

feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against hers, savoring the warmth

too many people here,” she whispered, her voice carrying a hint