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

Chapter 1609:

Moira was well aware of Tiffany’s fiery temper. If Tiffany really decided to go all in, Moira would be outmatched. So, Moira shifted her focus, targeting Harlee, the disguised woman who had come with Tiffany.

Moira spat, “Ha! Tiffany, is this some actress you hired to play your little game? Did she just say that she will handle the rest? What a joke! If you want to get someone to back you up, at least buy them a decent outfit. What is she wearing, some cheap knock-offs? What can she possibly do? She is just bluffing. Ha-ha…”

Tiffany stared at Moira as if she were the biggest fool alive. Did Moira not know that the truly wealthy wore haute couture? Moreover, with the way Harlee carried herself, she definitely had the aura of someone important. No wonder Moira had tangled herself in Devonte’s crimes. Moira wasn’t just reckless. She was painfully stupid.

Meeting Tiffany’s gaze, Moira faltered. Why was Tiffany looking at her like that? Could it be that the woman’s background was truly something extraordinary? No, that didn’t make sense. From what Moira had seen earlier, Harlee was probably just a thug Tiffany had hired to play the part.

Harlee’s gaze narrowed, a sly, almost wicked smile curling at the corners of her lips. She tucked her phone away, looked at Moira, and said coldly, “Terminate the contract.”

While Tiffany and Moira were talking, Harlee had already set things in motion. She had asked Rhys to dig into Star Entertainment’s background, warning him to keep Patrick and the others out of it. She wanted Rhys to climb out of the window and personally gather the evidence of Devonte’s crimes, since she had locked the door in a huff before leaving.

It didn’t matter if Rhys uncovered anything today. Harlee had already sent all the crucial details to Kareem. Kareem’s rank as a major general meant investigating Star Entertainment would be a breeze. One quick call was all it would take.

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It was rare for Harlee to have the chance to mess with Rhys like this. He was always the one compromising to coax her, so she was in a good mood now. Tiffany shot Harlee a look of gratitude. She wasn’t sure how things would have turned out if Harlee hadn’t been by her side.

Moira had been humiliated repeatedly, her face dark with anger. Even at this point, she remained obsessed with capturing Tiffany and shipping her off to those lecherous old men’s beds.

Moira’s eyes flickered around the room, calculating. Suddenly, a wicked idea formed in her mind.

“Fine. Get the money ready, and I’ll prepare the contract for termination.”

Moira smirked. Her lips curled into a slight grin. Soon enough, someone would come to take Tiffany and the woman beside her. After that, they wouldn’t be so bold.

“Does Devonte need to be present?” Harlee directed the question at Tiffany, but Moira had no intention of being sidelined. Before Tiffany could answer, Moira smoothly cut in, “There is no need to trouble Mr. Coleman. I’ll handle it myself.”

Tiffany replied, “Yes. Moira doesn’t have the authority to do so.”

Fearing that Harlee might not understand, Tiffany took a moment to explain Melinda’s role and clarified that only Devonte had the authority to sign the contract.

Harlee’s brows drew together in irritation, and her charming eyes narrowed slightly. Tilting her head, she cast a slow, deliberate glance at Moira, who looked like she was about to explode. Then, with an almost lazy cadence, Harlee said, “Seems like the earlier deterrence wasn’t quite enough.”

For a moment, the people in the office…

They exchanged confused glances. Deterrence? Had there even been a deterrence earlier? Could it be…noveldrama

As they thought this, their gazes shifted instinctively toward the cameraman, who, still holding back a grimace, dared not utter a sound. The tension in the room thickened, and their emotions grew more complicated with every passing second.

The atmosphere grew heavier when they saw Harlee rise from her seat. The warning bells inside their heads grew louder, and without a word, they instinctively shrank back, each one dreading that they might be the next unfortunate soul in Harlee’s sights.

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