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

Chapter 1023:

After today, you’ll have three days to do whatever you like.

Does that sound fair?”

Eik’s expression brightened immediately.

“You underestimate me, Matteo. Women don’t hold sway over me.” His smirk radiated confidence, his demeanor that of a proud rooster strutting.

Matteo patted Eik’s shoulder, adding, “Wait here backstage while I handle my preparations.”

With Matteo’s promise, Eik was content and didn’t feel like mingling with the crowd outside.

The venue swelled as more people poured in, turning a modest gathering into a bustling event.

Harlee adjusted her cap and chose an unobtrusive spot to sit.

From her corner, she overheard a couple’s hushed conversation.

“These elites are unbelievable,” the woman muttered bitterly.

“They declared abandoning their shady pasts and then aimed for public office. What’s next, a run for president?”

“Keep your voice down!” the man cautioned anxiously.

“If we’re overheard, we might not make it out of here.”

The woman scoffed.

“What’s there to be afraid of? We’re here to vote. If he dares target us during his campaign, let’s see if he can secure the mayor role!”

Harlee remained outwardly calm, though her mind raced. Why would people in Uwhor support Matteo even though they understood his true nature? Suddenly, she had this feeling that she had overlooked something significant.

Her instincts kicked in as she pulled out her phone and opened her chat with Rhys. She began typing a detailed message but stopped just before hitting send.

Stunned by her habitual actions, she deleted the text and exited the app.

Had she started relying on Rhys after only a few conversations? Habits were insidious traps.

In the villa’s hidden room, Rhys tracked the unfolding situation in Uwhor while Christopher acted as his stand-in on the ground.

Since Harlee began her mission, Rhys had been glued to her chat window for close to three hours. When the “Typing…” indicator appeared, his pulse quickened.

But then, after what felt like forever, the message never came.

He resisted the urge to ask why. Pushing for an explanation would only betray his unease, and it wouldn’t make Harlee share anything she didn’t want to. Rhys sighed and rubbed his temples before messaging the agent planted within Harlee’s operation.

“What’s the situation over there?”

The response was immediate.noveldrama

“Everything’s on track. Matteo’s younger brother just arrived.”

Rhys exhaled in relief and typed, “Good. Stay sharp and alert me to anything unusual.”

“Understood!”

Despite years of meticulous preparation, an unshakable worry gnawed at Rhys.

He hated not being by Harlee’s side.

Back in Uwhor, the speech began.

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