Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 803

Chapter 803:

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“Is it related to Harlee?”

A spark gleamed in Belinda’s eyes. Nathaniel had always been the perceptive one, while her husband often seemed clueless.

Belinda said, “Nathaniel, you never miss a thing, do you? You’re spot on. It’s all about Harlee.”

Belinda went on to recount how Harlee had shut down Janessa Studio and now was designing at Shadow Moon Studio.

She stressed Harlee’s creations of twenty exquisite dresses. Nathaniel calmly sipped his tea, his gaze deep and unreadable, gleaning everything from Belinda’s words.

He knew Harlee’s involvement at Shadow Moon Studio had more than met the eye. She likely oversaw the operation under the guise of being a designer there, maneuvering things more tactfully and discreetly this time.

Belinda couldn’t stop praising Harlee.

“Harlee is just impressive. She shut down Janessa Studio decisively, stepping down from her role as the studio head to work as a designer, and she’s even gifted these ten dresses to me.”

Jose’s expression tightened at the news. Was Harlee truly that capable? But what he had been told about her painted a different picture.

Just then, something occurred to Jose, and he finally realized it was time to reassess Harlee more closely.

Nathaniel’s keen eyes caught the subtle shift in Jose’s demeanor, adeptly reading his emotions.

He felt a slight sense of relief.

Finally, Jose was coming to his senses.

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Yearning for family harmony more than ever in recent years, Nathaniel opted against mentioning Jose’s dislike for Harlee to Rhys.

He didn’t want to fracture their already delicate father-son relationship and potentially destabilize the Green family.

In a villa on a small island outside Baythorn, a woman with striking white hair, seemingly in her mid-twenties, lounged on the sofa with an air of dignity, casually smoking a cigar.

Her black shirt was slightly open at the collar, and the sleeves were rolled up to her wrists.

Her eyes, deep-set and tinged with red, suggested a mysterious aura with a hint of murderous intent.

The woman, Anika Norris, renowned as the foremost doctor in the underworld, was the sole heir of Lucretia and the man who had been ousted before Matteo’s ascent to power.

Opposite Anika sat Hale and Lucretia, both glaring at her, their eyes blazing with anger.

Anika hadn’t anticipated that her unexpected arrival would infuriate them so greatly. She merely wanted to witness some drama unfold.

Their expectations of her were exceedingly high.

All they ever demanded was for her to develop new and groundbreaking drugs, never allowing her a moment of leisure, always insisting she conduct herself like some “noble princess.” Anika rolled her eyes at this. She was the daughter of a former gang leader. Why should she behave like a princess?

Lucretia shot a displeased look at Anika and said, her voice icy, “Anika, this is a matter between your uncle and me. Stay out of it. I’ve booked the earliest flight for you, and you’re coming to the airport with me later.”

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