Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 957

Chapter 957:

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Brenton, now comfortably seated next to Harlee, interjected, “Enough, everyone. Let’s settle down. Maybe Harlee has more to share.”

With Brenton’s intervention, Fletcher reluctantly took his seat.

At that moment, Nathaniel, Jose, and Belinda made their entrance.

Harlee was taken aback.

“Why are you all here?”

Harlee had intentionally kept everything under wraps to prevent Nathaniel from worrying, yet somehow the Green family had discovered her plans.

Skyla appeared uneasy, her eyes shifting around the room in a futile attempt to mask the fact that she was the one who had informed the Green family.

Nathaniel, despite relying on his cane, moved briskly to Harlee’s side and warmly grasped her hand.

“We’ve come to support you!” he replied, his voice robust.

“It’s you we stand behind, not Rhys.”

Harlee felt somewhat overwhelmed yet moved, as this was exactly the scenario she had hoped to avoid by not informing them. Now that they were here, she chose to embrace the situation.

“Nathaniel, Belinda, Jose, please take a seat. The press conference will start in thirty minutes, and you can rest until then.”

Harlee then exchanged a significant glance with Brenton. Silently, they both excused themselves and stepped outside, while Tonya seamlessly filled in to reassure the elders.

Outside, Harlee spoke decisively to Brenton.

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“I’m thinking of starting the press conference ahead of schedule.” She paused before continuing, “Just me.”

Brenton immediately objected, saying, “That’s not going to happen.”

“I don’t want to make a scene,” Harlee said, looking earnestly at him.

“Please, Brenton.”

At her plea, Brenton felt a tug at his heart. It was rare for his sister to ask for favors. The last case had been her insistence on her marriage to the Green family.

Brenton couldn’t bear to refuse Harlee’s pleas.

“Fine, I’ll manage things with our family and the Green family.” Following that, Brenton took out his phone and dialed his assistant, instructing them to allow the reporters inside.

“The venue is ready. You can head over now.”

Harlee beamed appreciatively at him.

“Thanks, Brenton. You’re the best!”

Despite himself, Brenton, both exasperated and endeared, lightly pinched her nose.

“Just this once!”

At the venue of the press conference, Harlee made her entrance straight from backstage.

By this point, her assistant had prepared everything, and the reporters gathered were poised for the live event.

No sooner had Harlee taken her place at the center seat than a familiar figure joined her.

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