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

Chapter 1129:

Considering the circumstances, the former seemed more plausible.

The prospect of betrayal from the undercover operative Harlee had trained didn’t faze her. What concerned her was that if the operative struck back, it might inadvertently harm innocent people. Rhys froze mid-sip.

A toxin worse than the one that almost killed him? Would Harlee be in danger then?

Harlee twirled her phone absently and then gave him a reassuring smile.

“Maybe I’m overanalyzing. Matteo might just be concerned that sharing details with too many people could ruin his plans.”

Rhys quickly sat beside her, noticing the faint lines of concern on her brow.

“I’ll stay by your side, no matter what.”

Startled by his words, Harlee glanced at him.

For a moment, she saw genuine care in his expression, warming her heart.

Despite everything, he still worried about her.

But she wouldn’t let him take risks on her behalf this time.

“Don’t fret. I can manage this myself.” Harlee was determined to ensure Matteo’s utter downfall—suffering so profoundly that he would find even death a mercy.

“I already told you I’m staying by your side,” Rhys said firmly.

“Stop acting like you have to do everything alone!” The thought of losing her was unbearable. Just the idea tore at him.

“Alright,” Harlee said, a small smile softening her face. She reached out and cupped his cheeks in her hands. Rhys froze, caught off guard. What on earth was she planning now?

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To his surprise, she began vigorously squishing his face, distorting his features.

“Rhys, join me on this mission. It’s also your chance to reassert yourself in Baythorn and seek justice for those we’ve lost. It’ll let you finally move past the guilt you’ve been silently carrying.”

Harlee knew he felt just as responsible as she did for what happened to Bart and the others.

Rhys was speechless.

His thoughts had strayed somewhere inappropriate, only to realize she had just wanted to tease him.

Embarrassed, he muttered, “Fine.” With that, he stormed off, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Harlee blinked, puzzled. Why was he sulking now? She really needed to figure out how to handle him properly.

At the base of the mountain, the villa lights gleamed brightly.

Liliana, fresh from the set, immediately video-called Waylon to vent about Harlee.

“I was treated so horribly! I’m just miserable,” Liliana whined dramatically into the camera.

On the other end of the call, Waylon grew alarmed, reassuring her, “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll catch the next flight to Mogluylia and make things right for you!” Cheered by his words, Liliana beamed, her tone sugary sweet.

“Really? I knew you’d stand up for me, Waylon!” she gushed.

Their conversation stretched on for nearly an hour, during which Liliana even indulged in a luxurious bath.

After hanging up, Liliana’s fury reignited. Storming out of her room, she headed straight for the living room, where her assistant was kneeling in penance. Without hesitation, she delivered a hard kick.

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