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

Chapter 1031:

After issuing orders, Harlee approached the blast site with purpose.noveldrama

Seeing her heading toward danger, Ritchie called out hastily, “Don’t! There could be another bomb!”

Harlee waved dismissively.

“Calm down. No one can infiltrate my domain and detonate two explosives without me knowing. I’ll uncover the proof and expose the mole.”

Harlee’s jaw tightened with resolve, though her movements remained deliberate and steady. The culprit had to belong to one of two factions—either from their inner circle or those undercover agents who had recently returned from infiltrating Matteo’s base. Yet, she couldn’t entirely dismiss the chance it was one of the household staff.

Harlee resolved to unmask the traitor at once—not only to safeguard their lives but also to preserve the trust binding the group. Mistrust could fracture their unity, and that was a risk she refused to take.

“Stay away from that place!” Rhys’ voice was a low growl on the phone, thick with warning.

From Harlee’s brief exchange with Ritchie, Rhys quickly pieced together the culprit’s identity: Matteo.

Cornered and dangerous, Matteo was a volatile force, eager to drag others down with him.

Before Rhys could issue another caution, the line went dead with a mechanical beep.

Damn it! This woman! Could she not be so reckless?

Rhys barked out orders to his team, “Suit up and move to Harlee’s villa! Any delay will be dealt with under martial law.”

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Jumping into the vehicle, Rhys snapped at the driver, “Take the quickest route—no traffic, no excuses. Step on it.”

“Yes, sir!” The driver floored the pedal, launching the car forward at a dangerous speed.

Rhys’ unease mounted, cold sweat sliding down his temples.

He tried to reach the undercover agent shadowing Harlee, but the line remained silent.

Meanwhile, an array of hitmen from across the globe gathered in Harlee’s villa’s courtyard, all zeroing in on her.

At the heart of the storm, Harlee stood firm, her gaze razor-sharp yet eerily calm. She glanced toward a distant vantage point. If her instincts were correct, Matteo was watching this spectacle unfold.

He acted so quickly. She had believed that Matteo would lie low after she dethroned him, but he had regrouped in no time and was now out for blood, determined to end her.

Harlee belatedly realized she had underestimated Matteo — a critical error when dealing with someone of his stature in the criminal world.

But she couldn’t let her unease show.

Her team needed to see her unshaken, a symbol of resilience amidst the chaos.

Biting her lip in a fleeting, unnoticed moment, Harlee steeled herself to maintain her poise.

As the hitmen emerged from the shadows, Ritchie swiftly darted to Harlee’s side. Surrounded, they stood back-to-back, while Bart and the others held their ground on the outer edges. These attackers were well-trained, their numbers doubling those of Harlee’s group.

Ritchie kept his attention razor-sharp, aware that even the slightest distraction could prove fatal. Sweat trickled down his back, yet his voice carried a playful confidence.

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