Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 977

Chapter 977:

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But how had he secured this position? Could it be that Anika had some connection to the Preston Group too?

Leaning back in her chair, Harlee crossed her legs, radiating calm authority.

“Mr. Green, you seem misinformed. Or are you implying your company hasn’t reviewed the annual reports? If they had, they’d know it’s the Sanderson Group deciding whether to continue the partnership—not the Preston Group!”

Her tone was icy, her words sharp, though her expression gave nothing away.

Rhys faltered.

He hadn’t reviewed the reports.

His sole purpose was to meet Harlee under the business pretense.

He placed a document on the table, one he had meticulously prepared for three years, opening it with resolve.

“This should suffice.”

It wasn’t from the Preston Group. This was a proposal Rhys had prepared over three years, a gift meant for Harlee’s smile.

Harlee picked it up lazily, but her posture stiffened upon reading the first few lines. She hadn’t expected the Preston Group… no, she should say Rhys, to use Matteo as leverage like this.

Over the past three years, Bart and his team had made countless attempts to bring Matteo down by planting infiltrators within his group. Yet, every time success seemed within reach, a woman intervened to shield him, and their efforts were thwarted again and again.

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Unexpectedly, Rhys now held the key to Matteo’s downfall. The intricate network that had been built among Matteo’s bases, as this document implied, surpassed anything Bart and his team had achieved in their years of effort.

Harlee couldn’t tell if this was a genuine offer from the Preston Group or a carefully crafted plan Rhys had laid out during his prolonged absence. Still, she…

Harlee kept up her calm facade.

“It appears your mindset is stuck in the past.

Admittedly, this plan would’ve been enticing to me three years ago.

But now? It’s meaningless.”

With that, she tossed the proposal onto the table with an air of indifference, as though discarding trash.

In truth, the gift intrigued Harlee. She even felt tempted to act on it immediately.

However, suspicion about Rhys’ motives kept her guarded, so she masked her interest with feigned apathy.

Her confidence in Rhys had dwindled to nearly nothing—barely a sliver remained. That small fragment of trust existed only because of the Green family and his team, who had once endured life-or-death challenges with him.

Rhys lifted his gaze toward her, his expression enigmatic, his eyes fathomless.

“Is that so?”

He casually retrieved the document, then grasped Harlee’s hand, pulling her closer with subtle force. Their gazes locked, charged with tension, as if love and unspoken feelings lingered in the space between them.

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