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

Chapter 1533
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Chapter 1533: His words rolled off like clouds before a storm.

Harlee gave a soft, nonchalant "Okay," but before she could even inquire further, Rhys was already unfolding the details.

Apparently, the government and military of Jusdence had both set their sights on a lucrative opportunity. Outwardly, it was painted as a golden chance for Rhys to choose an ally. Beneath the surface, though, they were scheming-each side more concerned with snatching the prize for themselves than playing fair.

The masterminds behind this little chessboard of chaos? Yousef Branson, a sharp political climber, and Lemuel Bryant, a seasoned major general. Rhys explained how the pair had begun testing the waters, sending feelers his way. He suspected that next time, they wouldn't hesitate to use brute force.

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"Do you needto step in?" Harlee asked, her tone as smooth as glass. There wasn't a hint of alarm in her voice. Even though she knew how slippery the Branson and Bryant families could be, her mind was already ticking with possible strategies.

Rhys' laugh was low, a mix of gratitude and affection.

"I've got it under control," he reassured her. The last thing he wanted was for her to juggle his battles while handling the demands of training.

"Lee, just stick to being the instructor. I'll handle everything in Jusdence," Rhys said, his voice calm but brimming with confidence. A sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips, his expression bordering on the mischievous.

"I've already lined up a big surprise for them. Something tellsthey'll be quick to reconsider their stance once they see it." I@t€$† ¢ hАþtëяŞ In Ġalnøvels"Alright," Harlee replied, her tone light but deliberate. She understood that Rhys' hidden talents and identities were just as formidable as hers, if not more. Whatever "surprise" he was referring to, it was bound to throw their opponents into disarray. There was no need for her to intervene further.

Before either could shift the conversation toward sweeter territory, Brixton's voice rang out on the other end of the call. Harlee waved off Rhys, telling him to handle the matter first.

Harlee ended the call and went to the window. She had an excellent view of the training fields from her position, but today nobody was there. A training plan slowly took shape in her imagination as she gazed at the deserted fields.

For the next five days, Harlee stayed hwith Felix. Even when all the recruits marched off to the training base that afternoon, only Thiago and Alina remained behind.

Harlee didn't ask about the training, acting as though it had completely slipped her mind. But in truth, she had already reviewed Thiago's and Alina's training plans in detail. These five days were simply a warm-up to get the soldiers accustomed to a grueling routine.

Although Thiago's and Alina's plans weren't as polished or exhaustive as the one Harlee had envisioned, they were still four to five times tougher than the standard army drills. By the end of each day, the recruits barely had the strength to drag themselves to bed. When training was over, everyone went to sleep.

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At Remson Manor, Harlee luxuriated in a long, soothing bath, steam curling like lazy wisps around her. When she finally emerged, the evening light outside had faded into a rich, dusky hue.

Having napped through the afternoon, her stomach was now growling in protest.

Rubbing it absentmindedly, she decided to head downstairs and whip up something to eat.

But before leaving her room, she heard a few familiar voices laughing downstairs. She paused mid-step, her lips curving into a soft, knowing smile. Slowly, she made her way down the staircase, her footsteps light but deliberate.

In the living room on the first floor, Rhys was perched on the edge of the sofa, his laptop balanced precariously as he by the sink, Serena and Patrick were elbow-deep in vegetables, chattering as they rinsed them. In the kitchen, Cillian was commanding the stove with practiced ease, while Robbie stood beside him, enthusiastically clapping and offering tic cheers of encouragement. Read Serenity worked. Over the latest chapter there!