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

Chapter 1611
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Chapter 1611 Chapter 1611: Those closest to Harlee shifted uneasily, instinctively taking a few steps back. They couldn't shake the feeling that if her call went south, her anger might ccrashing down on them.

Harlee looked at them indifferently, leaned against the wall, and tapped the answer button. She spoke slowly, her tone light and teasing.

"Are you on the balcony?" Her guess couldn't have been more precise. After a fruitless search for Patrick and the others, Rhys had stepped out onto the balcony.

Rhys knew Harlee had orchestrated this moment. Though he could have ordered another subordinate to take action, he chose to call from the balcony, hoping it would calm her down.

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"Yeah, Lee. I'm in a pretty sorry state right now." As if to drive the point home, Rhys sent a photo of his situation to Harlee, his last-ditch effort to win her sympathy.

Seeing the photo Rhys had sent, Harlee clicked her tongue in mild annoyance.

"Is this really so hard for you? Fortunately, I had reached out to Kareem. Otherwise, this matter might not have been settled today." Rhys, who had been poised to send more pictures in a bid for sympathy, froze. After a beat, he silently deleted the photos. He cleared his throat.

"It's not difficult at all. I'll be out of Remson Manor in three minutes." Bracing himself against the balcony railing with one hand, phone in the other, he propelled himself forward. With well-practiced agility, he leaped onto a nearby platform, using the sleek structure of the glass room to slide down effortlessly. By the the landed in the courtyard, barely three minutes had passed.

Find inspiring stories on gVlnovsFrom the other end of the call, Harlee listened to the faint rustling sounds and easily pieced together what he was up to. She arched a brow, amusement flickering in her voice.

"Will you still be stuck even after Tiffany terminates her contract?" Rhys responded without hesitation, "Givethirty minutes. The relevant authorities will arrive at Star Entertainment, and both Devonte and the mastermind behind those actions will be in custody." His words tumbled out, unlike his usual composed self.

But then again, when Rhys was with Harlee, calmness seemed like a foreign concept to him.

Satisfied that she had achieved her goal, Harlee stopped teasing him. Her voice turned serious as she said, "If there's a next time, I'll break your legs!" Without waiting for a response, she ended the call.

Rhys arched a brow, a slow smile tugging at his lips. Unfazed, he got straight to work, tackling the issues exactly as Harlee had instructed.

Regarding Harlee's warning about a next tof holding her for another round of intimacy when she had things to attend to, Rhys chose to pretend he hadn't understood. After all, he would rather endure a broken limb than miss the chance to be intimate with his wife.

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For Rhys, Harlee's teasing was simply part of their playful marital banter.

This brief interlude passed without much fanfare. Harlee once again picked an empty spot, sat down, and waited for another ten minutes before Devonte finally showed up.

Devonte walked in wearing a sharp. black suit, his hair slicked back neatly. As Tiffany had described him, he was undeniably handsome.

However, the scowl on his face twisted his features into something far less appealing.

Devonte had already mapped out a plan to keep his illicit business running, using the company as a front. He was supposed to meet with sclients later to discuss the details, but Moira called out of the blue. If Tiffany hadn't gathered damning evidence against him, he would have brushed it off and let Moira handle the mess. But desperate people had a way of baring their teeth when cornered. Moreover, Tiffany was the person in question. If she decided to leak what she had on him, the people involved wouldn't let him walk away unscathed.

Seeing Devonte as her savior, Moira abandoned all pretense and lunged forward, her voice shrill with desperation.