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

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And oddly enjoyable.

Rhys maintained a stoic expression, pretending to accept the treat begrudgingly, as if he were doing her a favor.

A simple lollipop wasn’t enough to impress him.

As the future heir of the Green Group, he’d always believed there was nothing beyond his reach.

Harlee smiled as she placed a large assortment of snacks on the table.

“If you get hungry later, help yourself to these. Just remember to brush your teeth afterward.” From a previous conversation with Jose, she had learned that Rhys’ upbringing, focused on preparing him as an heir, had left little room for indulgences like snacks.

By the time he was eight, he carried himself like an adult. That was why Harlee had gone out of her way to gather a variety of treats for him.

The conversation had taken place over the phone.

After Rhys’ second awakening, Jose had gone home.

Harlee intended to return Rhys to a more familiar environment, so Jose wanted Nathaniel and Belinda to be mentally prepared for his impending arrival.

Rhys cast a reluctant glance at the bag. It was packed with chips, pretzels, jelly, yogurt, crackers, and chocolate bars—snacks from both local and international brands. They were all new to him.

For a brief moment, Rhys’ eyes brightened.

But when Harlee glanced his way, he quickly hid his interest, adopting an aloof expression as if the snacks were of no importance.

“Take them away. I don’t like snacks,” he said curtly.

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“Alright.

But if you get hungry and there’s nothing else, they’re there for you,” Harlee responded with a knowing smile as she settled on the sofa with her blanket.

Seeing her preparing to sleep on the couch, Rhys stared in disbelief.

He pointed at her, exclaiming, “You’re sleeping here? In the same room as me?”

“Yes. Is there an issue?” Harlee replied, her tone calm.

“Of course, there’s an issue!” Rhys said, his voice rising.

“I’m only twelve! Don’t tell me you’re planning to marry me or something! Let me make this clear—I’m not interested in women!”

He spoke with such gravity, as if showing any interest in women would go against his core principles.noveldrama

Harlee couldn’t stop herself from laughing. She walked toward him, bending down so her face was level with his. Startled, Rhys scrambled backward, retreating to the corner of the bed.

Harlee stopped, standing straight with a teasing smile.

“Relax. I’m not interested in twelve-year-olds.

But how do you know you’re not interested in women?”

“Women are just distractions to my career! I’m the rightful heir to the Green Group—I’ll never let myself get caught up in love and emotions!” Rhys declared, his voice firm.

His conviction stemmed from observing his father, who had spent his life depending on his grandfather. Rhys was determined not to let a woman make him abandon everything he had worked for or live a mediocre life.

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