Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 1073

Chapter 1073:

Harlee sincerely replied, “Okay.” She needed answers about Rhys but didn’t want to worry her family.

Tonya’s shock was evident in her reply.

“What the hell? What is Rhys up to? Antidote for the Bloodthirstiness Pill? Did he kill Anika and Eugenia?”

“I don’t know yet, but I tracked the email’s location.” Although Harlee didn’t explicitly share her next steps, years of understanding between her and Tonya had built a silent trust.

Tonya replied, “Alright, I’ll wait for you to bring him back and get to the bottom of this.”

“Okay.”

Putting her phone away, Harlee pressed the accelerator, racing down the wide boulevard.

Meanwhile, Rhys, who had just arrived in Asmain, lay silently in the home he had purchased two years prior.

He stared at the incoming calls on his phone—thirty-six missed calls.

Harlee had clearly figured out something was amiss.

After realizing he had been poisoned, Rhys decided to spend his remaining time in the place where he and Harlee had first grown close. That was why, two years earlier, he had purchased this home near the bungee jumping spot.

He smirked faintly, removed the SIM card, and walked to the pool. Without hesitation, he tossed both the card and the phone into the water.

He didn’t want Harlee to track him down.

“Maybe in the next life,” he murmured, watching the device sink.

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Harlee covered a one-hour drive in just half the time. With her phone and laptop in hand, she strode into an internet café, scanning the room before spotting a specific machine.

A man was engrossed in a game on the computer.

Harlee hesitated briefly—only a few seconds—before walking toward him as though he didn’t exist.

Deep in a crucial part of the game, the man scowled at the unwelcome intrusion, irritated by Harlee’s presence.

He waved his hand sharply, his tone biting.

“What’s your deal? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

To him, this woman was stunning, a real beauty.

But gaming came first, and she had no business interfering. Unbothered, Harlee reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a thick wad of cash.

“One hundred thousand.

For the computer.”

The man froze.

His priorities instantly shifted.

He glanced up at her and then at the cash she casually tossed down, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“A hundred thousand? Just for me?” Money now overruled his focus on the game.

“Yes, for this spot,” Harlee replied, sliding a mint into her mouth.

Her voice was calm, indifferent.

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