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

Chapter 1399:

“Proceed as you wish. If you decide against it, I’ll handle the inquiry. Feel free to do as you please.”

Harlee had previously instructed Desmond and the others to keep Rhys uninformed about her intent to probe Baldrick regarding Lucius’ feud with the Green family.

“Alright,” Harlee responded softly.

“I’ll be here, waiting for your return.”

Rhys waved his hand before ending the video call and made his way directly to the underground parking lot, Patrick following closely behind.

Rhys would be driving his wife home, meaning Patrick would need to take the other car back. Patrick was left without words.

Rhys had grown used to expressing his love for Harlee openly, even in front of his subordinates.

Approaching the courtyard, Harlee’s unease intensified. Each step quickened her heartbeat, filled with a mix of anticipation and dread. She felt a vague sense of discomfort, unsure whether it was because she hadn’t seen Baldrick in so long or if it was a foreboding sense of danger approaching.

Two years ago, Harlee had visited this place often. There were times when she didn’t feel like driving, so she and Tonya would walk down this path hand in hand, laughing and talking together.

A breeze swept through, carrying with it a familiar floral scent. Harlee paused in front of the courtyard, gazing at the gate just a short distance away, less than two hundred meters.

She couldn’t shake the urge to step back, afraid of getting into another argument with Baldrick. In the past, their disagreements had been over the best approach to a mission, but now… it was likely to turn into nothing more than a pointless quarrel.

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Visions of her fragile parents receiving treatment momentarily distracted Harlee, causing her to look away and clench her fists with renewed resolve.

As she resumed her approach, a sudden pain gripped her stomach. She instinctively soothed her pregnant belly, her steps faltering. This was her first pain during the pregnancy, more unsettling than any physical exertion she had endured in the maze recently.

Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of fear, she clutched at her clothes as she moved toward the back entrance of the courtyard.

Harlee’s face turned pale as cold sweat ran down her forehead. For a moment, all she could feel was an overwhelming chill, so intense that it numbed the pain in her stomach.

Then, unexpectedly, a sharp blow to the back of her head caught her off guard.

She instantly collapsed into a pair of comforting, soft arms. Her vision blurred, and she lost consciousness.

Harlee regained consciousness on a luxurious chaise lounge. The air was thick with the aroma of coffee, seeming to hover both close and distantly, tickling her senses.

A throbbing pain pulsated at the back of her head. Wincing, Harlee instinctively touched the sore spot and then slowly opened her eyes.

Where could she be?

Her eyelashes fluttered as she gently placed a hand on her abdomen, reassuring herself of her baby’s safety. She attempted to sit up, but a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her. The bright daylight streaming through the window suggested it was likely midday.

“Harlee, are you still in pain?” The soft, concerned voice of a man filled the space beside her.

Harlee’s heart sank. A sharp pain seemed to block her throat, a mix of discomfort and stinging. The voice was far too familiar. Without even raising her gaze, she knew exactly who it belonged to.noveldrama

She shut her eyes again, succumbing to the spinning sensation, and then, after gathering herself, she surveyed her surroundings. The room was adorned in a European style, elegantly modern.

At a wooden table, an elderly man enjoyed his coffee with a serene demeanor. This man, dressed in a tailored suit, carried the dignified air of his younger days, though the subtle cunning in his gaze betrayed his true nature. It was none other than Lucius Swain.

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