Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 900

Chapter 900:

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The rough-looking man shouted in anger, “Didn’t you agree to keep me company? I paid for your companionship, and now you want to back out after taking my money? No way! You either make me happy, or you give back everything!”

The woman looked at Brixton again and then turned her pitiful eyes back to the rough-looking man.

“I… I don’t love you anymore. Is that so wrong? How can you…”

speak to me like this and even raise your hand against me? Is it not possible for us to separate on good terms? Didn’t we share true love at some point? Why turn this into such a mess?”

Upon seeing the woman’s tearful eyes and vulnerable demeanor, the rough-looking man hesitated, clearly conflicted.

He leaned down, reaching out as if to offer comfort.

But before he could touch her, the woman shouted, “Don’t hit me!” and ran toward Harlee and Brixton’s table. With a dramatic crash, she collapsed to her knees before Brixton, pulling at her blouse to bare a slender shoulder.

“Please, you have to help me.

All I want is to end things. I don’t want to die.”

Yet, aside from her obviously self-torn clothing, there were no signs on her body to suggest any violence against her.

The fierce expression on the rough-looking man’s face, combined with the woman’s innocent look, quickly drew sympathy from the people around them.

A bystander said to Brixton, “Sir, you look like a kind man.

Could you assist this unfortunate woman?”

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“Yeah.

Check out this tough guy.

He’s so big and frightening. If he strikes her, she won’t stand a chance!”

“She seems like a college student who’s just fallen in with the wrong crowd. You have to help her!”

The woman huddled miserably by the table, a sly grin nearly breaking through her act. This strategy always worked without fail. She figured the mounting pressure from the crowd would compel Brixton to intervene. Then, she could ingratiate herself into his life.

Brixton, however, had witnessed every trick in the book during his playboy years. To him, this performance was nothing more than an amateur attempt. With a relaxed smile, he said to Harlee, “This place is quite spectacular. We haven’t even begun to eat, and there’s already drama unfolding.”

The woman froze, doubtful at Brixton’s insight.

Had he just seen through her? Unbelievable! Her expression twisted into one of fury. It was unexpected for her performance to be discredited so effortlessly, particularly by a man.

Yet, the woman quickly regained her composure. With Brixton unconvinced, she shifted her focus to Harlee. Wealthy young women were always susceptible to a distressing story, weren’t they? If she could just appeal to Harlee’s sympathies, perhaps she could still catch Brixton’s attention.

Turning to Harlee, the woman said pitifully, “I really don’t want to cause any trouble. If this gentleman is unable to assist, maybe you could step in, please?” Harlee took a leisurely sip from her milk, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the woman.

As the crowd started to express their opinions once more, Harlee silenced them with a single, icy glance. Pleased with the ensuing silence, she allowed a slight smirk to cross her face. Yet, some individuals still failed to recognize their boundaries.

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Message from Noah: Enjoy the weekend dear readers! New chapters on sunday. God loves you, and Noah wishes you the best! (─‿‿O)

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