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

Chapter 1456:

With rage building, Benjamin hurled his phone across the room. His eyes quickly shifted to the five figures standing not far away. A wave of fear washed over him as he muttered, “Damn! How did they slip past the ambush and storm in here?”

His hands balled into fists, the intensity of his murderous intent almost palpable.

Harlee and her team had crashed the wedding with such force that the grand hall, packed with nearly five hundred guests, fell deathly silent. Each guest, a master in the art of survival, knew better than to get involved in the brewing storm.

The church was so still that one could hear a pin drop.

Benjamin bit his lip, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Damn it! A bunch of selfish bastards,” he hissed under his breath.

Meanwhile, Harlee and her four associates casually checked their weapons, their demeanor as relaxed as if they were lounging in their own living room instead of a battlefield.

Twenty minutes earlier, Harlee had neutralized the ambush swiftly and efficiently, with such finesse that no one inside had sensed a thing. At her command, Thiago, Robbie, Patrick, and Cillian had moved with lethal precision, converging on their targets from all four corners. The past twenty minutes had unfolded like a ballet of death—silent and deadly.

Benjamin was blindsided by the efficiency of their strike, which had taken place just outside the church while those inside remained completely unaware. He had foolishly assumed his assassins were still waiting in the wings.

Facing Harlee and her crew, Benjamin’s spine tingled with fear. Masking his anger with a subservient smile, he said, “Mr. Montgomery, what an honor to have you at my wedding with Emilia…”

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Bang!

A single gunshot cut through the silence, striking Benjamin in the arm.

The abrupt sound stunned everyone into silence, Benjamin included, as he clutched his bleeding limb and howled in pain.

The next moment, panic erupted in the church, with screams growing louder as guests scrambled toward the exits.noveldrama

Another shot rang out, its sharp crack piercing the air, commanding silence once more.

“I’m giving you three minutes to escape. If you don’t, you’ll die alongside the bride and groom!” Harlee’s voice boomed, laced with authority and threat.

At her words, the crowd surged toward the doors, desperate to flee, paying no attention to who commanded their fates.

As Harlee advanced toward the bride and groom, gun in hand, Thiago and Robbie exchanged a brief glance and followed her lead.

Just as a glimmer of hope seemed to rise for the guests, Patrick and Cillian, stationed at the church doors, coldly executed the first few who attempted to escape. Their gunfire sealed the fate of any would-be escapees.

Cries of anguish ebbed and flowed throughout the church. Within ten minutes, all forty targeted individuals lay dead. The floor was carpeted with bodies, and the air was thick with the scent of iron.

Patrick swiftly holstered his gun, his gaze sweeping over the corpses with icy detachment.

“A bullet was too kind for them!” he remarked indifferently.

Before the mayhem had begun, Cillian had scoped out the guest list and discovered that forty of the attendees were involved in human trafficking or drug smuggling—scourges of society, unworthy of mercy.

Cillian slid his gun into his belt, surveying the fallen with his usual stoic expression.

“Indeed, they got off lightly.”

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