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

Chapter 1730:

“What do you plan to do, Errol?” Harlee asked, blocking his angry gaze with a cold tone.

Errol, his expression livid and nursing his sore wrist, knew he was outnumbered.

“What do I plan to do? What else can I do? Professor Moreno, since you and your grandson don’t welcome me, I’ll leave. But remember this day. You’ll need to offer a sincere apology, or watch your back.”

Harlee clicked her tongue, turned away, and sat back down, dismissing Errol’s threat as if it were nothing more than bluster.

The chill from Errol’s words lingered, yet as the guests watched Harlee’s nonchalant demeanor, they couldn’t help but find the humor in the situation, as if Errol’s threat was indeed just an empty boast.

Errol, supported by Moshe, left the banquet. He had hoped to sway the guests against Lexus and incite them to leave as well, but considering Harlee’s formidable reputation, he decided against it. Sometimes, patience was the wiser strategy. He was confident that with careful planning, he could make Harlee pay.

Nola had already slipped away amidst the commotion, eager to avoid any association with Errol’s disgrace.

After the Happer family’s departure, the banquet quickly regained its lively atmosphere, thanks to Harlee urging Jianna and others to keep the party going. A banquet, after all, should be lively and fun!

The banquet lasted two more hours, leaving Rhys secluded on the second floor for the duration.

As the event wrapped up, Harlee helped Edward, Matthew, and Lexus to their cars and then turned back, leaning against the hotel entrance with casual grace, her lips curved in a soft smile.

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At her call, Rhys emerged, his expression intense. He rested his head gently on Harlee’s shoulder, his hand lingering at her waist, and spoke with a touch of vulnerability.

“Lee, am I that embarrassing?”

Patrick muttered, “I’m heading to the restroom.”

Robbie chimed in, “Ah, I’ll bring the car around.”

Cillian added, “I’ll go with you.”

One by one, their friends found reasons to leave. This was no joke! No one dared linger during Rhys’ tender displays, as the consequences could be dire. Outside the hotel, Rhys’ imposing figure leaned into Harlee, his hand securely on her waist. His voice was low and husky.

Harlee reached up to stroke his hair, her face brushing against his. She then cradled his face in her hands, her smile radiant.

“No, you’re so wonderful that I wish I could keep you all to myself.”

After her words, Harlee held Rhys’ face, stood on her tiptoes, and gently kissed him.

As she began to pull away, Rhys’ hand gently pressed against the back of her head. He leaned in, pinning her softly against the wall, and deepened their kiss into one filled with passion.

Harlee melted into the embrace, resting in his arms and feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against hers, savoring the warmth of his body.

“There are too many people here,” she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of allure.

Rhys, feeling a tightening in his throat from the intensity of the moment, looked into Harlee’s captivating eyes. His hand remained at her waist as he murmured with a mixture of frustration and desire, “You love to stir me up, but you never help me out!”

With a playful smile, Harlee tapped his chest lightly, her voice teasing as she replied, “Oh? Do you have a problem with that?”

After her taunt, she gently pushed him back, stepped out of his embrace, and playfully blocked his advance.

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