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

Chapter 1008:

A sly grin curved Rhys’ mouth, his voice low and provocative as he asked, “You want me to betray my girlfriend for you? What’s in it for me? Care to offer something in return?”

Harlee froze, her thoughts scattering.

For a brief, irrational moment, she felt the urge to hit him. Shameless. This man was utterly shameless.

He wanted to make out with her? Dream on!

However, as Harlee’s gaze drifted downward, she couldn’t help but notice his toned abdomen. She found herself swallowing at the sight of his taut abs. What a waste. With a body like that, he might have been tempting—if only his personality wasn’t so rotten!

The room was dim, heavy with an unspoken tension. Rhys’ eyes fixed on Harlee, who watched him silently. Without a word, he pulled her into his embrace, his lips descending toward hers.

Just before their lips could touch, Harlee raised her hand, a small silver gun pressed against his mouth.noveldrama

“Tainted.”

Rhys froze, a flicker of sorrow crossing his eyes.

He understood what Harlee meant. She assumed he had been intimate with Anika and condemned his approach to relationships.

But what Harlee didn’t know was that from the very start, he had been saving himself for her.

His most intimate actions with Anika had stopped at holding hands, leaving everything beyond that to Christopher.

His feelings for Anika? The truth was, he had stayed with her only to dismantle her network and bring her down.

He felt nothing for her—not even a shred of sympathy, let alone love.

Yet, the night had a way of stirring emotions, and Rhys, usually so composed, couldn’t hide the brief flicker of vulnerability that passed through his eyes.

The study was dim, and Harlee didn’t notice the subtle change in his expression. She thought his pause was due to unfulfilled longing. She stood, switched on her phone’s flashlight, and approached the table by the bed.

After grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, she turned on the bedside lamp.

Leaning against the table, Harlee lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag before returning to Rhys. She pressed the cigarette to his lips.

“Better now? Ready to talk about working together?”

Rhys took a deep drag, the smoke swirling around him, his frustration easing as his mind cleared.

He glanced up and saw Harlee casually rummaging through the hidden room’s contents. She seemed intrigued by everything, as though nothing was off-limits.

“You want a blueprint?” he asked.

“Too simple. Not interested,” she replied with a dismissive tone.

It had taken her less than ten minutes to find the hidden room. To her, the blueprint was insignificant—not even worth a second glance.

Rhys sighed inwardly.

Harlee was quite something! This secret room had been used in his estate back in Uwhor, and over the past three years, neither Eugenia nor Anika had noticed anything wrong.

Harlee narrowed her gaze.

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