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

Chapter 983:

Yet, upon seeing the message from Brenton, Harlee momentarily lost her composure. She had assumed Rhys would leave once Brenton arrived, but he hadn’t. Why? Frowning, Harlee tapped the table repeatedly, pondering what Rhys’ next move might be.

For the first time, Harlee had been gripped by uncertainty.noveldrama

The unmistakable cold in Harlee’s gaze, now tinged with irritation, silenced the five board members instantly. None dared meet her eyes, all choosing to look down instead.

Harlee had even managed to handle the notoriously stubborn Kieran. What more could they argue? They should consider themselves fortunate if Harlee wouldn’t go after them for their earlier foolish challenge.

The top executives and department heads of the Sanderson Group had never dared to oppose Harlee openly, so it was unsurprising that they remained silent now.

“If none of you have any more questions, then listen up to my next words.” Harlee’s eyelids fluttered slightly, her fingers rhythmically tapping on the tabletop.

“I’ll spare you the embarrassment of calling you out by name. Just know that your underhanded tricks didn’t go unnoticed by me.

Drop your pointless plots. Should this occur again, my response will be far less gentle.”

Originally, Harlee had intended to focus on managing the group’s internal dynamics to minimize her interactions with Rhys, but now, her curiosity about his motives for still lingering behind got the better of her. Why did Rhys come to the Sanderson Group under the pretense of business and still stay around even when she headed for the board meeting? Was she somehow part of the reason?

At Harlee’s words, the room was left speechless. Was this considered a mild approach by her standards? Where was the leniency in her actions?

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“You have three days to rectify your actions.

After that, I’ll take matters into my own hands,” Harlee said as she rose from her chair, her cold gaze sweeping the room.

“This meeting is over.”

As Harlee approached the conference room door, she paused, turning to add pointedly, “Our group does not tolerate nepotism, but for those of you who are competent, I might overlook your backgrounds.”

With that, she exited the room to the stunned looks of those present and made her way directly to Brenton’s office.

Brenton, still annoyed with Rhys, had delegated a random manager to attend to Rhys after their disagreement and had returned to his own office.

Before Harlee even reached the office door, Brenton had already opened it, greeting her with a teasing grin.

“Harlee, how about you take over my role? I could work as your assistant.”

Harlee rolled her eyes playfully.

“Daydreaming, are you? Need treatment from Noel for that?”

The mention of Noel stirred a sad feeling in Harlee. She had hoped that announcing her name-only engagement to Noel would push Rhys into revealing his true intentions.

However, it had only affected her.

With her gaze lowered, Harlee fought back her sadness, attempting to conceal it from Brenton, though he perceived it nonetheless. Opting to act as if he hadn’t noted her emotional struggle, he playfully tousled her hair, his gesture one of affectionate resignation.

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