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

Chapter 1025:

Matteo’s gaze hardened as he carefully adjusted his expression, masking his unease with a polished smile.

“Miss, what brings you here? Is there a problem you need assistance with? Or perhaps your embassy has failed to resolve your concerns?”

Harlee’s mouth curved into a frosty smirk as she drew closer.

“Matteo, are you already tarnishing my embassy’s reputation before even securing the seat of Uwhor’s mayor? Should I take this as a veiled threat against my nation?” Her tone dropped with each word.

Her steely eyes and commanding presence exuded undeniable authority.

The tension between Harlee and Matteo quickly turned into a dispute between nations, setting the crowd abuzz with speculation.

“Is this foreign lady someone of high status? Her aura was magnetic, almost as if she wielded control over the entire room.”

“Truly, she’s breathtaking—such perfect skin! But she’s quite bold, perhaps too bold, to challenge our prospective mayor like this.”

“I’ll reserve my judgment for now, just in case I end up backing the wrong horse.”

Every eye in the room was fixed on Harlee, intrigued by the audacity of a foreigner making such a scene at a political event.

Matteo’s face darkened.

His plan had been to unsettle Harlee with mere words, not to ignite a full-blown incident. To keep the peace during the campaign, he bit back his irritation and said to Harlee, “You do have a unique sense of humor. You said you had a question for me? What might that be?”

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Harlee stood directly across from Matteo, a smirk playing on her lips as his hypocritical tone hit her ears.

Her grin carried a mix of amusement and quiet disdain. She took a few steps toward him, and at his discreet nod, the security personnel hastily stepped in to block her.

With a calm chuckle, Harlee said, “I merely came to pose a question to an old acquaintance. Why all the nerves, gentlemen? Or is there more to your roles than meets the eye?”

Her comment stirred yet another round of uneasy murmurs among the crowd, heightening the tension in the air.

Under the weight of the tension, Matteo reluctantly waved the security personnel off, permitting Harlee to come closer.

His complexion turned pale, yet he managed to muster a semblance of a welcoming smile. This attempt only served to make him appear utterly ridiculous.

Harlee confidently drew up an empty chair and seated herself opposite Matteo, her posture both bold and graceful.

Her gaze was detached as she scrutinized him.

“Do you honestly believe you’re qualified to serve as mayor?”

The crowd was taken aback.

Despite Matteo’s plethora of campaign speeches, nobody had dared to challenge his competence so directly. Moreover, the challenger wasn’t even a local of Uwhor.

“My goodness!”

“She’s so daring!”

“Lady, this is rather disrespectful…” Matteo’s bodyguard moved forward swiftly, aiming to escort Harlee away, but before he could even finish speaking, she pushed him back with unexpected force.

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