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

Chapter 1230
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Chapter 1230 Chapter 1230: Suddenly, the booming sound of military helicopters filled the air above, and the gunfire halted abruptly.

At last, the reinforcements had arrived.

Harlee's body relaxed, lying limply in Rhys' embrace. She felt exhausted, yearning only to rest.

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Just then, she was lifted higher, and Rhys' concerned face cinto view, his worried voice resonating in her ears. "Stay with me. We're going home." Harlee knew she couldn't sleep. She pinched her palm sharply, pressing herself against his chest, determined not to close her eyes again.

As Rhys hurried forward, he kept saying to her, "Lee, don't close your eyes, okay? Just hold on, and we'll both make it through this!" Harlee wondered if someone else had to make a sacrifice this time.

"Alright, we have a future. I'm not going anywhere." Harlee nestled gently against his chest, mustering all her strength to reassure him. "I will be by your side for what's to come." Rhys' posture tightened, his pace quickening at her words. "Yes, we still have our engagement party to plan." That long-postponed engagement party from three years ago still awaited them.

In the distance, the noise of sirens and helicopters grew as a large number of troops swarmed into the mountains. It seemed the end was near.

Yet, among the countless people, Harlee recognized no familiar faces except for Rhys. She pondered the whereabouts of the seven members of their group. Harlee wanted to ask Rhys, but exhaustion overwhelmed her, and keeping awake was all she could manage. All she could do was silently hope that they were merely injured, not worse.

As the remnants of the Shadow Moon Society followed the military into the mountains and saw Rhys carrying Harlee, sorrow was evident on their faces.

"She's not dead." Rhys' gaze swept over them coldly as he said, "Anyone who laments again will be shot on the spot!" His warning brought an instant hush to the group, all eyes fixed on the blood-stained man before them. The surrounding cries stopped immediately.

Understanding Harlee's silent wishes, Rhys commanded coldly, "Find those seven, dead or alive!" "Understood!" everyone responded with solemn expressions.

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Rhys softly patted Harlee's back, moving forward, carrying her away from the smoke and chaos.

As Rhys carried Harlee down the mountain, her strength finally gave out, and she lost consciousness. Upon awakening, the strong odor of blood had been replaced by the sharp smell of disinfectant.

It was already the next day.

Harlee lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling. The IV drip caught her eye, and the sterile scent of disinfectant filled the air. She began to wonder why she was in the hospital.

Harlee's fingers trembled as she inadvertently reopened the wound on her waist. A sharp pain surged through her, her, bringing back vivid memories of the previous night's ordeal at the Juarez family's villa. She recalled everything, especially Hamilton and Christopher, who had been riddled with bullets. Tears escaped her eyes as she gathered her strength, attempting to sit up.

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