Chapter 385: Chapter 385

Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire HeiressWords: 3041

Chapter 385:

Harlee, do you see yourself as a hero? Well, let me enlighten you.”

“You’re far more sinister than I could ever be. If you dare, end my life! See how you fare, living with the stain of murder on your soul!”

Collin was confident that Harlee would not take his life. She would have already done so if that were her intent, perhaps even before she dragged him to the rooftop.

Harlee’s face twisted with revulsion, her expression stoic, yet the fury within her became palpable.

Her eyes were frosty, her voice cutting through the cold air with lethal calm.

“Got a death wish, huh? Because of our history, I’ll gladly fulfill it!”

With a firm grip, Harlee pulled Collin directly to the edge of the rooftop. Instantly, Collin was consumed by fear.

He found himself too terrified to even breathe. The danger was clear. If Harlee moved him even slightly forward, he would fall from the thirty-story height, meeting a gruesome death below.

At that moment, Collin fully grasped the terrifying side of Harlee.

He finally believed she was capable of killing without hesitation.

Collin’s expression transformed as he understood the severity of his predicament, and he began to cry uncontrollably.

“I was wrong, Harlee. I really was wrong… I’m worse than a beast… It’s all my fault. I forced a young girl into a relationship, I drove her family to despair, and I ruined the lives of numerous young people… I deserve death. I ought to be punished by the law.

Harlee, please send me back home. I’ll surrender to the police and apologize to those children personally…”

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Harlee watched Collin, her expression enigmatic, a faint smile curling her lips. She responded with a single word, “Alright.”

Collin thought he was spared, relief washing over him. If he weren’t so terrified that Harlee might kick him off the building, he would have embraced her in gratitude.

However, his relief evaporated at Harlee’s next, chilling instruction.

As Harlee stepped aside from Collin, she commanded the man behind her, “Handle him like this three times a day.”

“If his health fails, get him medical attention. If he breaks any bones, have them treated.

Ensure he survives at least another decade.”

“Yes, Harlee.”

Ten years? At Harlee’s command, Collin fainted, overwhelmed by either fear or agony, incapable of responding. The idea of facing ten years of endless torment made him long for the escape of falling, wishing he could end it all right then.

But there was no turning back.

His fate was sealed.

A few days later, Harlee, Ritchie, and Tonya visited Matteo’s headquarters to seal a thirty-billion-dollar deal and finalize the details of their mission.

As they returned from Matteo’s, Ritchie and Tonya were completely worn out, collapsing onto the hotel sofa, too tired to move.

Remembering that Tonya had mentioned wanting a drink before their meeting, Harlee stepped out of the hotel to fetch it.

During her walk, she ran into Patrick.

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