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

Chapter 1460:

Margo had hinted to Wesson earlier that Harlee’s husband was as ruthless as she was. Although the Jensen family had no reason to grovel before Harlee, Wesson figured there was no harm in leaving a favorable impression.

Wesson couldn’t shake the suspicion that Harlee’s husband had orchestrated tonight’s events—raising Casper to the pinnacle of his arrogance, only to watch him plummet spectacularly.

That Harlee’s husband would go to such lengths to dismantle Casper said a lot about how much Nola mattered to Harlee. It made Wesson wonder—what exactly had Nola done to earn such devotion?

Casper’s face turned as pale as a blank page. He couldn’t fathom why Wesson had suddenly turned against him. As far as he knew, the Happer family had never provoked the Jensens.

The room had grown so quiet that the sound of each breath felt like a shout in a canyon.

For Casper, the next hour stretched into an eternity, the most agonizing stretch of his entire life.

Finally, the door creaked open, and in walked Rhys, cutting a figure as imposing as a shadow at dusk. His black suit clung to him like an extension of his authority, his leather shoes clicking softly against the floor. His eyes, cold and bottomless like a winter lake, scanned the room, his commanding gaze slicing through the tension. It was as if everyone’s lives were held delicately in his hand, waiting to be crushed at his whim.

The moment Rhys appeared, everyone rose instinctively to their feet. None were more enthusiastic than Casper.

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“Mr. Green,” he blurted out, practically groveling.

Rhys didn’t acknowledge Casper, offering only a faint, indifferent glance that eventually landed on Wesson. So, someone of Wesson’s stature had come all the way from Gruinia? Interesting.

Casper had felt bold enough to bluff Rhys earlier, leaning on his collaboration with Nola. But now, faced with Rhys himself, his arrogance crumbled. He didn’t even have the guts to meet Rhys’ gaze. Nola hadn’t lied to him, right?

Doubt crept into Casper’s mind, feeding his growing terror. Could Nola’s plan actually tame a man like Rhys?

But Casper had no choice but to stick to the script. The rewards Nola promised were too tempting, and she had assured him that assassins were planted among tonight’s guests. Surely, Rhys wouldn’t dare lash out, no matter how angry he was.

Rhys strode confidently to the head of the table, every step exuding a quiet menace. He sat down, and only then did the others hesitantly return to their seats.

The room grew even heavier with silence, as if everyone had collectively stopped breathing.noveldrama

Rhys sat at the head seat without any expression on his face. His gaze traveled over the few people hidden in the corners, his eyes as indifferent as if he were looking at a mound of corpses.

The assassins hidden in the corners felt as though an iron fist had gripped their hearts, squeezing out every ounce of composure they had. Their shock was palpable. Had they been exposed? They held their breath, the tension thick enough to slice with a blade. Every muscle coiled, every instinct sharpened, waiting for the moment chaos would erupt.

But Rhys did nothing else. The disguised assassins exchanged confused glances. They consoled themselves, thinking it was perhaps just a coincidence, and forced themselves to maintain a calm facade.

Casper rose to his feet, his polished smile a mask that concealed the storm brewing beneath. Lifting his glass, he said with syrupy cheerfulness, “Mr. Green, I’m honored that you made the effort to attend my banquet. A toast to you!”

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