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

Chapter 1024:

Matteo stepped onto the stage, radiating confidence and charisma. Thunderous applause greeted him as he launched into his well-rehearsed speech.

Reporters in the front row streamed the event live, capturing Matteo’s portrayal as a dedicated public servant.

His charm, wit, and ambition won over the crowd effortlessly.

What Harlee overheard earlier represented only a vocal minority. Most attendees had already been swayed by Matteo’s extravagant PR campaigns and promises, believing he had reformed. This was why many people were willing to vote for Matteo, although the primary motivation was financial. Indeed, many of his backers were motivated by the allure of personal benefits.

After each address, Matteo would dispatch money as a strategy to sway the audience.

Matteo was thoroughly pleased with the outcomes, particularly since this crowd was notoriously difficult to charm. To keep the momentum going, Matteo intentionally shortened his address, concluding it within half an hour.

He then stepped away from the platform to engage with carefully chosen “participants” who posed scripted questions.

The ovation was thunderous and relentless, crafting the illusion that Matteo was universally hailed as the perfect candidate for mayor.

Matteo announced, “My vision has always been to pioneer fully mechanized farming.

Elevating agricultural earnings isn’t just beneficial for our farmers but strengthens our entire nation. Only when our rural workers thrive can we claim to lead the global stage!”

After responding to one farmer’s inquiry, Matteo smoothly transitioned into delivering a series of fiery yet shallow remarks.

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His rhetoric was designed to ignite excitement, and the audience reacted precisely as planned—breaking into jubilant cheers and chanting his campaign slogans.

Basking in the crowd’s fervent energy, Matteo relished the admiration.

His ego had never been more gratified.

“Is there anyone else with questions or concerns I can address?” he asked.

Naturally, it was all theater. Matteo had no real intention of addressing genuine concerns.

He stuck to his script, interacting only with the preselected “participants” to ensure no unexpected disruptions marred the event.

Beaming confidently, Matteo listened as the “participants” clamored for his attention, their voices merging into an orchestrated symphony of support.

But then, a sharp, clear voice broke through the commotion.

“I have a question!”

Matteo’s head jerked toward the sound—familiar and unnervingly distinct.noveldrama

Harlee had made a deliberate noise before speaking to ensure Matteo couldn’t ignore her. She emerged from the shadows with measured steps, each one purposeful. The onlookers turned, stunned, and instinctively stepped aside, parting to create a path for her. It felt as though she commanded the space, her presence dwarfing everyone else.

Matteo’s heart skipped a beat.

Harlee Sanderson! How on earth could she be here?

When Harlee’s familiar features came into full view, Matteo’s eyes widened momentarily before he recovered, narrowing them as he signaled to the security team to stay on high alert.

The disguised soldiers and elite personnel around Matteo stiffened immediately, their hands subtly moving toward their weapons, ready for anything. This woman wasn’t here with good intentions.

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