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

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Chapter 1666: Elva watched them leave and then returned to her seat.

"Harlee, Mr. Green, I apologize for the disruption," she said, her tone regretful.

Harlee reclined in her chair, legs crossed, and gazed out at the vast ocean. She replied nonchalantly, "No worries. It was rather entertaining." Rhys coughed discreetly.

Harlee shot him a glance, a faint smile playing on her lips as she tapped the table idly. Then, with a serious tone, she announced, “Letreintroduce myself. I'm Harlee Sanderson, having reconnected with the Sanderson family of Baythorn a few years back." Elva nodded, her expression neutral.

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"I've heard about it, but I've been abroad since I was eighteen, so I'm not well-versed in local affairs." Harlee gave a slight nod, a playful smirk appearing. Resting her chin in her hand, she said slowly, "I approached you for a reason." "Huh?" Elva was taken aback. Her eyes widened, her mind racing. Why would such a prominent figure take an interest in her? Was it related to the antibiotics she had developed? But hadn't Mylo already taken those? As Elva puzzled over this, Harlee's sudden laugh filled the air.

"Ha-ha, don't be so tense. Just a favor I was asked to do." Harlee's voice was crisp and cool, catching Elva off guard.

"A favor?" A nsuddenly sprang to Elva's mind.

Check updates now on galηovls"Fleming?" Certainty colored her tone. If anyone cared about her, it had to be Fleming. But how could he possibly know Harlee? Wait. Were they siblings? The thought hit Elva like a bomb exploding in her chest, shattering any romantic possibilities before they even had a chance to form. Why couldn't Fleming just be a simple schoolmate? Harlee remained silent. This was Fleming and Elva's matter to resolve, but she was determined to help facilitate it.

Harlee quickly texted Fleming.

"Wishing you luck with your confession tonight. Just a heads-up, Elva seems wary of wealthy families like ours." After sending the message, Harlee put her phone away and stood up with a smile.

"Let's go shopping." "Huh? Oh, okay." Elva snapped to attention, standing so abruptly that her knee hit the table. She didn't react to the pain, her movements stiff and mechanical. Harlee sighed softly. Another romantic dilemma that needed her intervention.

Leaning closer, Harlee whispered, "Fleming is landing in Uwhor at midnight. You can ask him any questions then." Elva stood there, flustered, her cheeks flushed, at a loss for words. Her thoughts scattered, she couldn't seem to respond.

A subtle smile played on Harlee's lips as she observed Elva's confusion.

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Fleming's courtship would likely go much smoother than Clint's had Harlee grinned. "Let's go shopping to relax a bit."

That night at the seaside villa, everyone gathered around the dining table, each person's face wearing a complex expression. The table was laden with unappetizing dishes, the smell repugnant.

Patrick arrived late and eagerly reached for his fork. But he hesitated at the sight of the food and quietly set it back down. He couldn't believe he had thought Alina could cook! Harlee sat at the head of the table, crossed her legs, and swung them leisurely.

Her eyes landed on the last dish Alina presented: a soup greener than grass...

Harlee discreetly moved her fork to Rhys' plate, her indifference clear.

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