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

Chapter 1128:

Little did twelve-year-old Rhys know that the thing he was best at was disappearing for three years at a time without a trace.

Back at Remson Manor, Harlee learned something unexpected. The remnants of Anigenia’s faction had initiated contact with Matteo.

Trailing behind Harlee and Rhys, Robbie reported, “Sources say Matteo welcomed them with exceptional courtesy.

He seems to hold them in high regard.”

“It seems his resentment toward me remains unchanged,” Harlee remarked, stepping into the living room with a faint grin. She sank leisurely into the couch.

Matteo’s behavior came as no surprise to Harlee. She had deliberately stunted his progress, steering him straight into her carefully laid trap.

After enduring so many setbacks, Matteo was bound to take the gamble, even knowing it could be a snare.

Besides, Matteo lacked the means to confront her directly, and the remnants of Anigenia’s faction had just presented him with a golden opportunity.

He wouldn’t pass it up.

Robbie stood before Harlee, visibly upset.

“That cunning snake Matteo! He met with the remnants of Anigenia’s faction alone. Our operatives couldn’t even gather any intel on their conversation.”

Harlee raised her eyes to meet his.

“Not even his closest allies joined the conversation?”

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Given Matteo’s typical wariness, he would never engage in negotiations without trusted backup, which was why Harlee had allowed the meeting to occur. Yet, his choice surprised her.

Either he placed unwavering faith in the remnants of Anigenia’s faction, or he had begun doubting his inner circle, even those who had stood by him.

“Exactly,” Robbie replied.

“But we did uncover one thing. The remnants of Anigenia’s faction provided Matteo with some weapons.”

Harlee’s gaze dropped, and she mulled it over.

“From now on, track Matteo and his new allies relentlessly. If they enter Mogluylia, shadow them around the clock.

Don’t lose sight of them—not even for a second!” The supposed “weapon” wasn’t likely a tool of war—it was poison, most likely the same kind Anika had left behind.

“Understood!” Robbie swiftly moved to a corner to delegate tasks.

Ever since the incident with Ritchie, these operations had fallen under his purview.

“What sort of weapon are we talking about?” Rhys emerged from the kitchen, a yogurt bottle in hand, casting a glance toward Robbie as Robbie made a call.

“Poison,” Harlee replied, not looking up.

Her focus was on the stack of papers Robbie had handed her.

“Probably even deadlier than what you once succumbed to.

And it seems Matteo’s lost trust in the agents we planted.”

Ordinarily, Matteo would consult the undercover operative they had sent over after receiving poison, but he skipped it this time. It was clear either his trust in the operative had evaporated, or he was strategizing independently.

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