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

Chapter 1593:

In the presidential suite, Harlee pushed herself off the bed and strolled to the bar. Pouring herself a glass of water, she downed two large gulps before speaking again, her tone carrying the air of someone who had already seen through his little game.

“I’ll tell you a bedtime story.”

“Okay.”

Rhys picked up the coffee cup from the table, taking a slow sip. He fully expected a romantic tale or, at the very least, a classic fairy tale. Something sweet, something soft. But then again, Harlee had a way of breaking expectations.

He listened to two hours of horror stories. If those assassins hadn’t become wary and dared not act recklessly, he might have had to listen all night.

Meanwhile, in the military region’s office, Kareem stared at the top-secret document that had just arrived from his superiors, his lips pressed into a hard line. The cold glint in his eyes was as sharp as a blade freshly honed.

His adjutant entered the room and, upon catching sight of Kareem’s expression, stiffened for a brief moment before regaining composure. Straightening his back, he spoke respectfully.noveldrama

“Major General Sanderson, the international banquet scheduled for the day after tomorrow has been confirmed to be held half an hour after the meeting.

The leaders of various nations will be in attendance as planned. Additionally, Ms. Sanderson has sent over your tailored suit—it arrived just moments ago.”

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Kareem’s gaze remained locked onto the classified document, his fingers tightening around the pages as his voice dropped to a low, simmering growl.

“How is Barry doing?”

“He’s safe for now.”

The adjutant swiftly relayed the latest intelligence.

“It appears the female bodyguard assigned to Barry is remarkably skilled. The assassins and terrorists are wary of her, enough that, aside from the attack on the second night, there have been no further incidents.”

At first, the adjutant had been skeptical. The North Island assassins weren’t just ordinary mercenaries—they were ghosts on the battlefield, deadly and precise. Even he had struggled against them before. It was only when he saw Barry again after the night of the assassination—alive and in even better condition than before—that he began to develop a grudging admiration for the female bodyguard.

Yet, despite exhausting every possible lead, the adjutant remained unable to uncover the female bodyguard’s identity. She was a shadow in the dark, a whisper lost in the wind, a riddle that refused to be solved.

With a sharp snort, Kareem slammed the top-secret dossier onto the table, his patience wearing thin.

“That’s because they plan to create chaos at the banquet the day after tomorrow!”

An assassination attempt in such a high-profile setting—it was not just a direct provocation against Kareem, but an insult to every soldier in Mogluylia!

The adjutant’s face darkened with fury.

“They dare pull such a reckless stunt in Mogluylia? Major General Sanderson, just give me the word, and I’ll wipe out every last one of those bastards!”

Kareem furrowed his brows but remained silent. His instincts urged him to crush those assassins, to strike first and leave none breathing. But brute force alone would not guarantee the safety of the Golden Summit. Personal grudges had to take a back seat—what mattered now was protecting the world leaders who would soon gather under one roof.

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