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

Chapter 999:

“Alright. Let me know when you’re ready to head back, and I’ll come get you,” he replied.

Anika smiled, nestling closer.

“You’re amazing.” As they walked out together, Eugenia, already present, caught sight of the couple’s affectionate display. She lowered her gaze, feigning indifference. Rhys, still holding Anika’s hand, greeted Eugenia.

“You won’t miss her too much, will you?” Eugenia teased. With his usual composure, Rhys replied, “What do you think? Every time you visit, you steal her from me.” As if to emphasize his point, he added, “Don’t return too late.”

Anika playfully nudged him.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Observing the couple, Eugenia felt a bit overwhelmed by their closeness, her fleeting suspicions dissipating. Rhys’ feelings for Anika seemed genuine. There was no way he was secretly aiding Harlee.

Eugenia figured her knowledge of Harlee wasn’t enough. Yet, what Eugenia didn’t know was that Christopher, disguised, was actually the one who had opened the door for Anika and played along with the affectionate display. Initially, Rhys had planned to handle it himself, but Christopher’s timely return changed the plan.

At the Sanderson residence, Brenton rubbed his temples as he exited his room.

Hearing Harlee’s door creak open, he quickly feigned fatigue.

“Morning, Harlee,” he greeted, his tone heavy with weariness.

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Harlee, stepping out, was taken aback by Brenton’s drained appearance. What happened? Why did he look so exhausted? Did he pull another all-nighter at the office? Feeling a rare pang of sympathy as she thought of the burdens he carried, she offered to accompany him.noveldrama

“Brenton, I’ll join you at work today.” Brenton’s eyes lit up momentarily.

Harlee turned away, her voice softening under his hopeful gaze.

“I’m just going to address those incompetent employees who secured their positions with nepotism.”

Hearing this, Brenton’s eyes dimmed.

He hadn’t expected her to remain so resistant toward the company’s responsibilities. Still, as her brother, he indulged her whims. If she didn’t feel like handling the company business, she didn’t have to. In fact, he’d even ensure her annual bonus was generous regardless.

“You go downstairs and have breakfast first. I’ll get ready and join you,” Brenton said.

Harlee nodded and went downstairs.

Today, Nyomi was the chef, and she had prepared all of Harlee’s favorite dishes, which Harlee always indulged in.

By the time Brenton came downstairs, Harlee was already reclining contentedly, a satisfied look on her face. With a slight chuckle, Brenton asked, “Is Nyomi’s cooking really that exceptional?”

“Unbeatable,” Harlee replied without hesitation, giving a thumbs-up.

However, Rhys’ breakfasts still reigned supreme.

Swiftly concealing the melancholy in her gaze, Harlee called out to Brenton, “Come and taste Nyomi’s cooking. You’re always at the office when she cooks, so you have no idea how good her cooking is.”

Half a year after Rhys went missing, Nyomi woke up from her coma. It took her another eighteen months to recover fully, though she still struggled with residual…

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