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

Chapter 1437:

“Then reveal your identity. It might just quiet the critics.”

Frustrated, Clint considered giving his sister a light pinch. However, as he moved toward her, he slipped, tripping over his own feet and tumbling forward.

“Harlee, help…”

In an instant, Clint’s face met the tabletop with a loud thud.

“Clint, are you okay?” Harlee asked, her voice tinged with concern as she removed her headphones.

Clint winced, his hand instinctively going to his forehead.

“I’m fine,” he reassured her, his voice deep.

In the process of setting down her headphones, Harlee accidentally pressed a button, broadcasting Clint’s voice directly into the live stream. Clint’s distinctive voice caught the attention of his eagle-eared fans.

“Was that really Clint?” one typed into the chat.

Initially, only a handful of fans recognized Clint’s voice, and the chat remained calm. But as Harlee and Clint exchanged more words, the chat exploded into a frenzy.noveldrama

“Clint, are you sure you’re okay? Do we need to call Goodwin to check on you?” Harlee asked.

“No, it’s just a small bump,” Clint said dismissively, massaging his forehead.

“It’ll heal on its own.”

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Harlee’s livestream viewers were taken aback. What was unfolding right before them? The rookie gamer they had been critiquing mercilessly was none other than the cinematic heartthrob Clint? Rumors had swirled about him joining a drama centered around esports—was this his way of diving deep into character research?

Meanwhile, Harlee’s long-time followers were equally stirred.

“Did she just call him ‘Clint’? Is she actually Harlee? What can’t this woman do?”

“Wow, are you a fan of Harlee too? I thought I was the only one left!”

“Yeah, exactly!”

“I’m the luckiest fan alive!”

The fans had never suspected that the gaming expert they’d been following for so long was Harlee, the one who’d been out of the spotlight for years. The world wide web proved to be a small place indeed. Their adoration for her remained unwavering despite the years. As Harlee noticed the flurry of comments, she swiftly turned off the streaming equipment and quipped, “Looks like the cat’s out of the bag, Clint.”

Clint grabbed his phone, his eyes scanning the trending topics where his name was climbing the ranks.

Clint’s fans were excited. One exclaimed, “The newbie on Harlee’s stream is Clint? I feel so guilty—I’ve been trash-talking him from the start!”

“That explains his role in the e-sports drama. Looks like there’s a gaming guru at home,” another fan deduced.

“And what about this gem? Live streaming during pregnancy… Is Harlee expecting?”

Clint’s expression soured as he read the speculations.

“Enough about me. Your secret’s out too, Harlee,” he retorted.

Harlee, coughing lightly, seemed unfazed by her blown cover. Her only concern was ensuring it stayed hidden from Rhys.

“If you’re pulling those trending topics down, mind helping me with mine?” Her smile was sheepish. She needed to save up for the little one on the way.

Clint’s eyes roved over the trending hashtags: “Harlee: The E-sports Maestro,”

“Harlee is Pregnant,”

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