Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 967

Chapter 967:

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The Sanderson family had long since shunned Rhys, dismissing him with not so much as a fleeting glance. Rhys composed himself, shooting a detached look at…

Harlee smiled, her tone calm but firm.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but the Sanderson family owns the majority of the shares, right?”

Kane pursed his lips and nodded slowly, not fully grasping her point.

“Then that’s all that matters,” Harlee said with a light grin.

“Anyone complaining about how I dress will be escorted out of the premises by security.”

Kane froze, utterly stunned by her words. It appeared her confidence and boldness hadn’t waned in the slightest, even after the events of the previous day. It was a relief to know she seemed unaffected.

He figured those board members who dared not to take Harlee seriously because of her casual outfit would likely learn a tough lesson.

Inside the car, Harlee reclined in the back seat, eyes closed for a nap.

Tilting his head slightly, Brenton watched her with a quiet, gentle expression. The aftermath of yesterday’s press conference had unleashed a storm online. Social media platforms were flooded with chatter about Harlee’s divorce and engagement. While some offered support, harsh criticisms were just as prevalent.

Though Brenton knew Harlee had a resilient spirit, he had stayed close throughout the night, ready to comfort her if she was stressed out. Now, watching Harlee’s calm demeanor, seemingly not swayed by Rhys’ behaviors, Brenton found himself feeling significantly more relaxed.

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He had dreaded seeing her spiral into despair again—the memory of her curled up, broken, was still fresh and painful. Thankfully, the unwavering love of family and friends had given Harlee the strength to persevere over the years.

Before long, they arrived at the towering headquarters of the Sanderson Group, a prominent sixty-six-story skyscraper fully owned by the Sanderson Group.

A beauty to behold, it was a defining landmark in Baythorn.

In the waiting room of the Sanderson Group, Gussie Dawson sat there, gripping her portfolio tightly, her fingers occasionally brushing against her prosthetic left leg. She often chose long skirts that concealed her ankles, making it hard for others to notice that her left leg was prosthetic.

Gussie’s gaze wandered to the other applicants, all polished, clearly well-educated, and seemingly in perfect health.

Anxiously, she lowered her head, her hands wet with nervous sweat.

Noticing there were still more than ten candidates ahead…

Gussie decided to step into the restroom to calm herself. Meanwhile, when Harlee and Brenton stepped out of the car, a group of executives immediately hurried forward to welcome them.

“Good afternoon, Miss Sanderson. I’m Alden Scott, deputy general manager of the Sanderson Group.”

“Miss Sanderson, it’s an honor to meet you. I’m…”

One by one, the introductions rolled in, while some simply greeted Harlee with polite smiles.

Harlee acknowledged them with a slight nod, her demeanor cool and unapproachable, discouraging any unnecessary familiarity.

Alden, who stood among the managers, was visibly uneasy. Rumors about the Sanderson family’s devotion to their recently discovered daughter, Harlee, had made it clear that crossing her was a career-ending mistake. One had to be careful in her presence.

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