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

Chapter 1084:

As Harlee approached the entrance, she chuckled coldly, her steps deliberate. She drew closer to the lone guard.

“You look at me as if I’m a familiar face you can’t quite recognize.”

Harlee studied the man in front of her.

He was the only protector of the villa—clearly one of Rhys’ trusted aides, skilled and observant. Yet, she had never met him before, which only deepened her curiosity. Was he someone who usually operated from the shadows?

With narrowed eyes, Harlee gave Christopher a cold stare.

Christopher, having only heard of Harlee from Rhys, instinctively took a few steps back, his face betraying disbelief.

He hadn’t expected her to find this place.

“No, no, you’re mistaken,” he stammered.

Harlee smirked. She hadn’t said much, yet his reaction was enough to tell her he was rattled. Pretending he didn’t recognize her? Did he think she would fall for that?

Her laughter grew colder, and her poker face sharpened. She locked eyes with Christopher and spoke in a cold, controlled voice, “While I’m still willing to be kind, take me to Rhys.”

Christopher shook his head forcefully, refusing.

Harlee’s expression hardened.

“So, you’re choosing the hard way?” she said, rolling up her sleeves with methodical precision. She grabbed Christopher’s chin with force, making him look her straight in the eye.

“My patience has limits.

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Either lead me to Rhys, or brace yourself for the consequences.”

Christopher stood frozen, overwhelmed by Harlee’s intimidating presence. She was nothing like the gentle, kind woman Rhys had described. Instead, she issued impatient threats when he resisted. She was far more frightening than Rhys had ever portrayed her to be.

“Miss Sanderson, it’s not that I’m unwilling to take you to Mr. Green.

But he really isn’t in the villa right now!” Since Rhys was in a hidden room, Christopher felt that, technically speaking, he wasn’t lying.

“What of it?” Harlee replied, tightening her grip.

“I don’t care where he is. You need to take me to him.” Christopher thought about trying to escape, but Harlee’s hold was unyielding. Resigned, he closed his eyes and mentally apologized to Rhys.

“Sorry, Mr. Green, I can’t resist any longer.”

Christopher was about to speak when Harlee’s smile vanished. In an instant, her hand flew up, and he felt a sharp slap across his face. The force of the blow jolted through his body, and his entire face twitched from the impact.

Christopher hadn’t expected the “gentle woman” Rhys often spoke of to deliver such a forceful slap. It was enough to knock him off balance.

Pain shot through his body as he struggled to comprehend how a slap from her, a woman, could knock a tall, strong man like him to the ground.

He muttered to himself, “A man in love’s words really can’t be trusted.”

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