Chapter 248: Chapter 248

Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire HeiressWords: 2425

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Lonnie’s anxiety was evident in his message.

“Honey, are you sure you don’t want my help? I can handle this public mess for you.”

Willis was quite furious about the situation.

“I’m so angry! Someone’s sabotaging the whole knowledge-sharing session after I finally persuaded you to give a lecture.

Could it be that guy from East Shores University? I knew it! He’s always been jealous of the fact that I have you on my side.

Harlee, I’m about to lose it. Why are you still keeping quiet? Let me make an official statement for you!”

Feeling warmth from her friends’ and family’s support and concern, Harlee first responded to her family’s texts and then persuaded Willis to hold off on using his official channels.

Overwhelmed by the deluge of messages, she eventually posted on her social media, saying, “Thank you all for your concern, but let’s watch the scenes made by troublemakers a bit longer. Let’s sit back and enjoy the show.”

Rhys, having been browsing Harlee’s profile for any updates in the hope of knowing her activities, was stunned by her post.

“Troublemakers? The show? Who dared to mess with her?”

Rhys immediately sent Harlee a message, saying, “What’s happening? Do you need my assistance?”

But after almost an hour, Rhys still hadn’t received a reply.

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His comment on her post also went unnoticed.

Hamilton had just finished dealing with Aaron’s situation when he walked in. Seeing Rhys’ complex expression, he instinctively checked if he had done anything wrong.

Confident he was not at fault, he approached cautiously.

“Mr. Green?” Hamilton asked.

“What does it mean when a woman doesn’t respond to your messages?” Rhys asked suddenly.

Hamilton was taken aback and blurted out, “She’s not interested?” Rhys’s expression grew even darker. Realizing his blunder, Hamilton paled.

He wished he could vanish.

It was clear Rhys was talking about Harlee, yet he had the nerve to imply she was not interested.

He thought it was the end for him.

He might as well accept his fate right then and there.

Silence hung heavily in the room before Rhys finally deactivated his phone and raised his eyes, his expression clouding over with concern.

“Determine what sort of trouble she’s caught up in. Spare no effort or resource in our endeavor to help her,” he commanded gravely.

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