Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 1077

Chapter 1077:

The others quickly followed suit, their voices trembling.

“Madam, I was wrong. I’ll do whatever you want—just don’t hurt me!”

“Mercy, please! I have a family to care for…”

“Enough!” Harlee snapped, her patience wearing thin. She kicked all three to the ground and secured them tightly with the chain.

“Say another word, and I’ll dislocate every joint in your arms.”

The threat silenced the three thugs immediately, their mouths agape but no sound escaping. The nearby henchmen also stood motionless, terrified of provoking her wrath.

Brushing her hands off, Harlee addressed the henchmen.

“Keep an eye on them. No food, no water, and no escaping until eight tonight. If they do, you’ll answer to me.”

Without waiting for their response, she stepped into her car, started the engine, and sped away.

One henchman hesitated before asking, “Do we really have to obey her?”

Another sighed.

“Feel free to ignore her orders if you want to risk it.”

After a brief discussion, the henchmen unanimously decided to comply.

Defying the three thugs would mean they wouldn’t get paid, but crossing Harlee might cost them everything. Little did they know, their decision would save their lives.

As Harlee exited the parking lot, news of the incident reached their boss, who was already planning a punishment to pacify her.

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As Harlee emerged from the car, her gaze fell on a familiar figure lingering near a nearby parking space. The man stood silently, clutching a bouquet, his eyes fixed on her—clearly, he had been waiting for her to notice him.

“How was your trip abroad?” Harlee approached him with a bright smile and a gentle tone, seeming lighter than usual.

Noel had left for an overseas trip shortly after their engagement was announced.

For three months, there had been no contact.

Struggling with his unspoken feelings for Harlee and his loyalty to Rhys, Noel had traveled in search of clarity and peace, hoping to return without regrets.

“It was fine,” Noel replied, offering her a winsome smile as he extended the pink roses.

“You know, traveling really puts things into perspective. You should try it sometime.”

Harlee accepted the flowers but sidestepped his advice, her thoughts drifting elsewhere—primarily to Rhys, whom she needed to find for the answers she sought.

As they walked together, Noel’s hand gripped the hem of his shirt, a gesture hidden from Harlee’s view.

“You’ve managed without any therapy sessions for nearly three months. Looks like you’re doing much better,” he said.

“Somewhat,” Harlee replied with a wry smile, uncertain of her own emotional state.

“What about Rhys? Have you been in touch with him?” Noel’s voice wavered slightly as he asked the question.

He stole a nervous glance at Harlee, hoping she hadn’t caught on to his unease. She seemed distracted, however, oblivious to the tremor in his tone.

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