Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1029:

Bart continued to heap praise on Harlee, practically turning into her biggest cheerleader.

Eventually, he paused, scratching his head.

“But, uh, how did you even get those crucial pieces of evidence?”

The evidence had been vital. Without it, bringing down Matteo by force alone would have been impossible.

Harlee’s gaze shifted toward Bart as she calmly said, “It wasn’t me. Rhys delivered them.”

“Rhys…” Bart froze, shock spreading across his face as his eyes widened.

His jaw dropped, releasing a startled “Ah,” though no intelligible words followed.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bart swallowed hard before exclaiming, “Wait! What? Are my ears playing tricks on me?”

Harlee tilted her head slightly, one brow arching.

Bart’s expression grew even more incredulous as he gawked at Harlee, disbelief etched into every feature.

He stuttered, “H-Harlee, the Rhys you’re referring to… You don’t mean Rhys Green, do you?”

Bart had been tasked with handling issues in Gruinia as punishment for choosing an awful girlfriend who dared to offend Harlee, only to be summoned back to Uwhor for this mission.

Consequently, he hadn’t heard a word about Rhys’ return.

Harlee’s brow quirked higher.

“Do you know another?”

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“He’s alive? No way, Rhys is alive!” Bart yelled, his hands flying to cover his mouth as tears streamed down unbidden.

But before Bart could say more, Ritchie clamped a hand over his mouth and yanked him away.

Ritchie leaned in close and whispered, “Rhys came back with another woman.” At that, Bart stopped struggling, silencing himself as he quietly followed Ritchie to the lower floor.

Harlee observed the scene with mild amusement.

A faint smirk tugged at her lips as she pulled a mint from her pocket, popped it into her mouth, and savored the cooling sensation that momentarily cleared her thoughts. Just then, Harlee’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She assumed it was Tonya, but glancing at the screen, Rhys’ name flashing on it surprised her.

A wry chuckle escaped her lips as she turned her gaze to the courtyard below.

“Who could it be, Rhys’ informant?”

She harbored no murderous intent. She merely wanted to know whether this person had recently contacted Rhys or had been aiding him covertly all along. No answers presented themselves, though.

Her phone buzzed insistently.noveldrama

Harlee hesitated before deciding to ignore Rhys’ call, her thoughts spiraling in endless circles.

But Rhys refused to relent.

He waited for her to pick up until the call automatically disconnected, only to dial her number again, repeating with unyielding persistence.

Pushing aside her inner turmoil, Harlee tried to convince herself that maybe this was about Matteo. With this in mind, she finally swiped to answer.

“You finally picked up…” came Rhys’ voice—tender, slightly exasperated, and unmistakably affectionate, much like it had sounded on that night three years ago.

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