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

Chapter 1585:

Barry had been losing sleep due to his opponent’s maneuvers over the past several days.

Barry dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand and stood up.

“No need for extra precautions tonight. Apart from those on duty, everyone else should rest.”

He then walked into the adjoining clean room.

The secretary paused for a few seconds before following him to the door and then quietly exiting.

Meanwhile, in a black Bentley parked downstairs at the hotel, Rhys idly caressed the steering wheel before withdrawing his hand and said in a relaxed tone, “It seems Lee has really honed her skills.”

His concerns for Harlee had proven to be unfounded.

Confident no more assassins would appear tonight, Rhys started the car and drove back to Remson Manor as if he had never driven here.

The following morning, Barry had a restless night filled with nightmares, leaving him looking particularly haggard in the morning. Despite the makeup artist’s efforts, his fatigue was evident.

Harlee sat in the dining room of Barry’s presidential suite, wearing a black uniform and sturdy high-top combat boots. She sipped her coffee, her posture relaxed, as…

She admired the view through the floor-to-ceiling window. Her charming eyes still lacked much warmth.

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Barry, in a black suit, adjusted his wrist as he entered. He paused, struck by Harlee’s presence as she sat there drinking her coffee. Despite being accustomed to beautiful women, Harlee’s effortless poise still caught him off guard. He conceded that, in terms of sheer aesthetics, she was unmatched.

Turning his gaze away, Barry slowly approached and sat across from Harlee.

The secretary served them continental breakfasts quietly and stood behind Barry.

Barry took a sip of his coffee, glanced at Harlee, and said, “Today’s schedule is packed. Make sure you eat enough.”

Harlee leisurely took a long sip of her coffee, eyes half-closed as she glanced at Barry. With a slight smirk, she said in a laid-back tone, “Oh, I have more than enough time to eat.”

Barry was taken aback. More than enough time to eat? Was Harlee planning to dine leisurely in front of global leaders?noveldrama

The secretary was equally puzzled. How could Harlee possibly have spare time? Aside from brief breaks, she was almost continuously busy. Moments later, Harlee opened her eyes fully and rose smoothly from her chair. She slipped her hands into her pockets and stood relaxed, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“I’ll come to pick you up after work this afternoon,” she said slowly.

Barry almost choked on his coffee at her words. He had thought that, despite Harlee’s confidence, she wouldn’t shed her mask to eat whenever she pleased in front of the world leaders. It turned out she wouldn’t be accompanying him as his bodyguard.

Barry’s frustration was evident as he set down his coffee cup forcefully, his voice stern.

“Ms. Sanderson, what exactly are you implying? Remember, you’ve already been paid a billion for your services!”

Barry’s face fell. Now, even the finest breakfast lost its appeal. After being informed of such news early in the morning, who could not be fazed? Especially with so many forces still after his life!

The secretary, standing behind Barry, discreetly turned her attention to the window. Harlee really knew how to handle Barry. Barry was used to receiving respect and obedience from others, but with Harlee, he found himself hesitant to even express his anger.

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