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

Chapter 1459:

Casper reclined on the plush leather sofa, his gaze inadvertently catching Wesson’s, sparking a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Casper had long wanted to forge ties with Wesson, given his considerable sway in Gruinia, but the right opportunity had never presented itself. And now, here was Wesson, unexpectedly at this gathering.

Considering that most attendees were local to Claelia, Casper pondered why Wesson had traveled all the way from Gruinia. Was Wesson also seeking to ingratiate himself with Rhys?

Previously, Casper wouldn’t have entertained such a notion, but after witnessing the elevation Rhys had afforded him, he was almost certain of Wesson’s intentions. A friend of a friend should also be an ally. After a moment’s deliberation, Casper gazed at Wesson and ventured with a smile, “Mr. Jensen, what brings you to Claelia today?”

The private room, previously muted, buzzed with anticipation as everyone’s attention snapped to the exchange.

Wesson, nonchalant, glanced at Casper and casually lifted his glass, taking a leisurely sip. His demeanor remained aloof, his expression cool and detached, as if Casper barely registered on his radar. After a lengthy pause, he simply stated, “Just having fun.”

Casper, a shrewd observer, noted Wesson’s indifference but didn’t retreat. He attempted once more to bridge the gap.

“Mr. Jensen, I’ve heard about your extensive oil fields. You and Miss Jensen are quite the talk of the town. We all thought that field would eventually be nationalized.”

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Wesson’s response was immediate and sharp. He slammed his glass down on the table, the sound sharply echoing in the hushed room. The room fell silent, stunned. It was clear that Casper was courting Wesson’s favor. Why then did Wesson react with such intensity? Could it be that Wesson wasn’t in good standing with Rhys?

As this notion took root, attendees weighed their options, gauging which side might be more advantageous.

Wesson had no idea he was already being cast as an adversary to Rhys. Had he been aware, his irritation would have boiled over.

Wesson frowned slightly, emitting a disdainful snort. It was evident he was thoroughly annoyed with Casper. What a fool! Attempting to leverage the oil field as a topic of camaraderie? He was aware of the covetous eyes fixed on that oil wealth. Even he dared not flaunt it too openly, yet here was Casper, blatantly attempting to butter him up over it. Casper was playing with fire!

Repeatedly embarrassed, Casper’s expression darkened.

Casper was livid. What did Wesson mean by that? Did Wesson really believe the Jensen family’s strength in Gruinia gave him the license to look down on Casper as if he were some petty street vendor?

Casper assumed the news of his partnership with Rhys hadn’t yet traveled far enough. Otherwise, Wesson would have at least shown a sliver of respect.

Thinking of regaining some lost ground, Casper’s confidence wavered under the weight of Wesson’s piercing aura.

Wesson’s cold, calculating gaze locked onto Casper like a hawk eyeing its prey. His eyebrow arched with deliberate intent. His eyes were sharp, narrowed slits of disdain, and his voice cut through the tension like a knife.

“Casper, I’ll say it one more time, right here in front of everyone. That oil field is co-owned by my family and the government. The rumors you’re peddling? False. Stop spreading them.”

Not a shred of respect graced Wesson’s tone or demeanor. He wouldn’t even bother sparing Casper a glance after that.noveldrama

Wesson knew Casper’s fate was more precarious than a candle in a storm. Whether Casper would make it through the night alive was a question no one in the room was eager to answer, least of all Wesson. Wesson had better things to do than waste words on a doomed man like Casper. After all, Harlee’s wrath was legendary. No one who crossed her ever got to see a peaceful sunrise.

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