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

Chapter 1740:

“Since you’d come, why didn’t you go inside with me? It must have been dull just waiting out here.”

While speaking, Harlee reclined in her seat, casually grabbed the drink Rhys had prepared, took a sip, and appeared pleased.

Rhys flashed a smile and said, “I originally wanted to go in, but you haven’t formally introduced me to the Swain siblings yet. Going in without that might not have been the best idea.”

Harlee was amused. After a light chuckle, she settled back, closed her eyes, looking a bit worn out, and murmured, “I’m a bit sleepy. Wake me up when we arrive.”

“Sure.”

Rhys watched her affectionately, then gently decelerated the car.

Michael returned to the Sampson family estate to find his father, Terrell Sampson, in a rage, having just slapped his mother.

“Look what your spoiled son has done! He’s about to bring ruin upon the Sampson family. He thinks he can provoke anyone from Baythorn just because I am a top official in Winbrough?” Terrell, hands on hips and far from his dignified public persona, pointed accusingly at his wife, Darlene Sampson.

“You have three days to fix this. I don’t care how. Just ensure the Sanderson family forgives us!”

submissive and silent, knelt on the floor, not uttering

why did you hit my mom?” Michael

starts

chair and raised it, ready to

actually dare to come

of him, begging, “I’ll handle it. Calm

Michael interjected, “Mom, are you talking about begging? Has the Sanderson family pressured

terrified.

composure, Michael stood, took Darlene’s hand, and said, “Mom, I know who to ask for forgiveness. I’ll handle this. I’ll apologize to those siblings myself and keep my dad out

you shouldn’t stay with my dad just for me. You deserve better. Please, consider a

suddenly. The carefree playboy

was driven by fear. Baythorn had always seemed

had this idea the first time he witnessed his father’s abusive behavior

restaurant. During dinner, Virginia called, relaying that Michael was outside, kneeling and weeping, begging

talk on the phone. Once he was on the line, she said,

Ms. Sanderson. I won’t dare to do it again,” Michael cried

tell your father to focus on his duties as the top official of Winbrough and never set his