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

Chapter 1738:

“I recall warning you not to harm the Swain siblings. Did you not hear me?”

“Mr. Sampson, this woman is the one who hit Hazel. You have to stand up for her…”

Zora, afraid of Harlee herself, had no choice but to call for backup.

The Sampson family held the highest authority in Winbrough and was the richest in the city, with extended connections in Baythorn. No one in Winbrough would dare cross Michael.

Michael had already been captivated by Harlee’s beauty. It wasn’t until he heard Zora’s voice that he remembered he was there to stand up for Hazel. He said, “Alright, I’m sure Ms. Sanderson did not mean any harm to Hazel. There’s likely a misunderstanding here. Apologize to one another, and we can let this go.”

Michael generally sided with Hazel, except when someone more striking caught his attention.

“Ms. Sanderson, please, let’s resolve this peacefully. Can I ask you to ease up on Hazel for my sake?”

Hazel clenched her fists in frustration. This woman dared to compete for Michael’s attention. It was unacceptable. Hazel needed to come up with a plan to win back Michael’s favor.

are?” Harlee sneered,

had never been spoken to like this before. Strangely, he found himself slightly

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Harlee’s mind, and she trailed off. Since he’d changed

“Quit acting like you’re something

gaze swept over him, Michael’s face tensed, momentarily too scared

recoiled slightly, her neck shrinking

I’m fine. You don’t need to defend me. I believe Virginia wouldn’t join forces with outsiders to bully

boldly called out Hazel’s feigned innocence and victimhood. Harlee had given Virginia a platform to retaliate. Throughout her life, Virginia had always been the one being

retort, her expression turning sour.

word, Virginia raised her hand and

pay for

face still swollen from the previous slap, was left utterly shocked. Virginia then approached Harlee and said, “Harlee, thanks for stepping in once more. However, this time I’d rather not trouble

interrupted by Harlee’s cold interjection, “Want to strike