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

Chapter 1215:

With Harlee’s and Rhys’s well-being in mind, Tonya hesitated before relaying the latest updates from Baldrick. Now, it was clear to everyone that Harlee and Rhys faced serious danger.

Jonathan settled onto the sofa and said, “Waylon even fooled Harlee, indicating that the Salazar family poses a greater threat than we anticipated.”

Robbie, standing with arms folded, felt his anxiety deepen.

“I’ve tried calling Harlee multiple times. Initially, the calls connected, but now her phone is off.”

“I support the idea of breaking in,” Hamilton said sternly.

“It’s hard for Harlee and Rhys to break free with their strength. Regardless of the risks, we must intervene.”

“No way!” Tonya retorted.

“We haven’t received any directives from above. We mustn’t act until we do.”

Over time, Tonya had grown used to adhering strictly to commands from higher-ups, confident they would always protect Harlee.

The team exchanged looks, each harboring private thoughts, but remained silent.

Robbie was the first to break the silence, saying, “Tonya has a point. We’ve always operated on explicit orders. Without them, we wait.

However, this situation is different. Much of the information we’ve gotten has turned out to be false. Tonya, could you possibly confirm things with our superiors directly?” Among them, only Tonya and Harlee had direct lines to the higher-ups.

Without hesitation, Tonya responded, “Alright, I’ll speak with them.

Don’t worry, Harlee will be okay!” With these words, Tonya left Remson Manor.

Ritchie, maneuvering his wheelchair, watched her leave and said warmly, “Tonya, meeting you has been the greatest blessing of my life.”

After Tonya’s departure, the rest of the team silently geared up and stepped outside. They were headed for the Juarez family villa.noveldrama

During the drive, Christopher, Hamilton, Patrick, Robbie, Jonathan, and Ritchie were unusually silent.

Hamilton concentrated on organizing tasks for the Green Group, while Jonathan drove. Patrick and Robbie were absorbed in their phones, deep in thought. Meanwhile, Ritchie stared out the window, his face clouded with a heavy expression.

Roughly twenty minutes later, they stopped about 300 meters from the Juarez villa, their path obstructed by a black car. Tonya emerged from the driver’s seat, her expression stern.

“I knew you’d end up here.”

The six of them regarded her in silence.

“I understand your concern for Harlee and Rhys…” Tonya’s tone softened as she said, “I’m not blindly obeying orders.

But at this moment, only those in charge can truly safeguard them. If we act hastily now, there’s a substantial risk—fifty to sixty percent—that we won’t all make it back!”

The group remained quiet, except for Ritchie.

Ritchie, maneuvering his wheelchair closer, said, “Tonya, we get what you’re saying.

But it’s been three hours without new orders. We’re really worried…”

Tonya interjected, “Don’t you trust Harlee?”

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