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

Chapter 1032:

“Been a while since we had some excitement. I’ll cover the left—you take the right!”

From the outer line, Bart called out, “Don’t worry! We’ll cut a path for you!”

Harlee didn’t reply.

Her response came through action, her determination palpable. She would shield them and carve a way forward.

Watching from a nearby vehicle, Matteo smirked, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he reveled in the chaos he had unleashed.

“Harlee Sanderson, I wonder who loses this time, you or me?”noveldrama

Matteo, his injured foot wrapped in bandages, lashed out at Eik, his rage barely contained.

“Say one more word, and I’ll throw you out of the car!”

Eik stared in disbelief. Matteo, who had always doted on him, was now treating him with contempt.

Before the speech, Matteo’s gentleness was undeniable, but now, it had vanished as if it never existed. Worse still, Matteo clearly wanted him dead.

Clever and calculating, Eik knew challenging Matteo now would be his undoing. Therefore, he lowered his head in a submissive demeanor.

“I’m sorry… I know I messed up.” Smack! Eik slapped himself three times, and blood began to trickle down from the corner of his mouth, but he bit back his moan of pain.

Inside, though, Eik seethed with resentment.

Hale had been right—Matteo was the epitome of ruthlessness, showing no mercy even to his family.

Lɒtєѕτ chɑρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovє𝓁𝓈.𝑐𝓞𝓂

He realized relying on Matteo was no longer an option. Maybe it was time to claim Matteo’s place.

Matteo gazed at Eik with icy indifference, then sighed and said, “I didn’t mean to be this harsh with you, but you really let me down.” He left his words hanging, hoping Eik would be compelled to admit his own misdeeds.

Matteo was staggered to realize that a significant portion of the evidence Harlee presented had been captured through Eik’s vantage point. The reasons behind Eik’s betrayal eluded Matteo, yet he couldn’t think of anyone else who could have gathered such damning evidence. Left with no better option, Matteo resorted to merciless methods, aiming to expose the true culprit behind Eik’s actions.

Not only did Matteo deploy elite assassins from across the globe, but he also mobilized every one of his devoted warriors.

His forces now dwarfed Harlee’s, outnumbering her team nearly twentyfold.

Harlee found herself facing impossible odds—one against nearly a hundred.

During a brief pause to reload her weapon, she failed to evade in time, and a bullet tore through her left arm. While getting shot was nothing new to Harlee, as she could withstand the pain and keep fighting without hesitation, this time, something was different.

Grasping her injured arm, Harlee felt a searing agony in her mind, as though invisible claws were tearing at her thoughts. She grimaced.

Damn it, they had laced the bullets with poison! Her breaths became shallow and labored.

After delivering a flawless headshot to one of the assassins, her strength began to fade.

A metallic taste filled Harlee’s mouth as she coughed up blood. Just before her vision turned to darkness, she caught a faint, familiar voice.

“Harlee!” It was a hoarse cry, filled with desperation and dread, coming from somewhere nearby.

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