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

Chapter 1581:

Barry, seated opposite her, was visibly stressed. The absence of any disturbances throughout the day left him on edge. He tapped his fingers restlessly on the table, struggling to find peace. His fears of a sudden terrorist attack lingered heavily on his mind.

Harlee, catching his anxious gaze, said with cold detachment, “Overthinking only takes a toll on your condition.”

Barry had been living in fear of terrorist attacks, constantly on high alert even in his sleep, which had taken a toll on his health, leaving him looking drained and on the brink of collapse.

Barry was both shocked and delighted upon hearing her words. He murmured to himself, “Did his one billion actually make a difference? Did this cold-blooded woman really care about him?”

He couldn’t help but voice his question, his tone filled with disbelief.noveldrama

“Ms. Sanderson, are you actually concerned about me?” His voice was tinged with hopeful joy. He harbored the belief that if this seemingly indifferent woman showed even the slightest concern for him, it would somehow shield him from any potential threats.

“In your dreams,” Harlee replied sharply. She then rose with a poker face and walked into the most opulent room of the presidential suite, which Barry had specifically arranged for her.

Barry was left utterly speechless. He was certain that Harlee was not the warm-hearted type. Yet, he grasped the implicit reassurance in her words. Her presence meant he didn’t have to fear a sudden terrorist attack.

This realization brought Barry considerable relief. Knowing that his life was secure under her watch, he anticipated a good night’s sleep.

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The door had barely shut when Rhys’ video call popped up on Harlee’s screen.

She nonchalantly threw her coat onto a chair, stretched out, and hit the answer button. With a teasing smile, she asked, “Eager to know about my activities?”

While talking, she panned the camera around to show the entire room and then turned it back on herself, arching an eyebrow.

“See? I’m at the hotel.”

She chose her words carefully to tease the insecure Rhys.

Rhys cocked his head, thought for a moment, and then joked, “Should I come over, tie you up, and take you home?”

“What’s your guess?” Harlee responded, her tone casual.

He gazed intently at her image on the screen, his voice growing more earnest as he said, “How much longer must we keep our bet?”

“Probably another two weeks.”

Harlee stretched her neck and said, “I’m going to take a shower. Some troublemakers are expected tonight, and I want to rest up early.”

“I could be your bodyguard!”

Without acknowledging his comment, Harlee ended the video call, took a brisk hot shower, threw herself onto the bed, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep promptly.

Meanwhile, Rhys sat in the living room of Remson Manor, staring intently at a message he had just received. His expression grew more intense. Three groups involved? It seemed Barry’s life carried significant value.

Patrick, seated nearby, noticed Rhys’ somber mood and discreetly moved his chair backward. Earlier, Patrick had been engrossed in watching TV with headphones, missing their conversation. Yet, he didn’t need to think hard to know Harlee was the cause of Rhys’ foul mood.

Patrick speculated on what had prompted Rhys’ grave reaction. Could it be that Harlee had no plans to return to Remson Manor tonight? If that were the case, he knew he should not remain at the manor either. Instead, he should distance himself as much as possible.

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