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

Chapter 1492:

Clint, standing nearby, awkwardly touched his nose. His mother’s attempt to facilitate his pursuit of Tiffany was embarrassingly transparent.

Despite everything, Tiffany didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. In her mind, it was typical for wealthy individuals to lack culinary skills, unaware that the entire Sanderson family knew how to cook, albeit some were less skilled.

Under Skyla’s guidance, Tiffany gradually grew more at ease, and by the end, she was even able to share a few jokes with Skyla.noveldrama

Tiffany thoroughly enjoyed the barbecue. Even though the Sanderson family had clearly tried to pair her with Clint, it didn’t affect her spirits. She genuinely cherished the warm family atmosphere and had no desire to let anything spoil her happiness.

After the meal, Harlee quickly interjected before Clint could speak, “I’ll drive Tiffany home. I have something to discuss with her.”

Tiffany quietly exhaled in relief, chuckled, said her goodbyes, and joined Harlee in the car.

As Tiffany closed the door and reached for her seatbelt, she caught Harlee’s voice, tinged with amusement.

“My family isn’t too intimidating, is it?”

Tiffany’s hand, which was just about to fasten the seatbelt, froze for a moment. Her earlobes flushed with a hint of color. Acting as if she didn’t understand what Harlee meant, she replied, “Intimidating? I don’t follow. I really like the atmosphere here at your family’s home.”

Harlee gave Tiffany a slow, knowing smile, her eyes intensifying as she said slowly, “You know what I mean, Tiffany. There’s no shame in pursuing love. Things like social status or financial differences won’t stand in the way of your reunion with Clint.”

Tiffany’s movements stopped, and tears unexpectedly welled up in her eyes. She felt overwhelmed. Harlee could instantly see the depth of love Tiffany had hidden away for so long. Yet, the one she cherished so deeply, Clint, had always left her feeling embarrassed and inadequate. If their social standings weren’t the real issue, it meant the true barrier was perhaps unequal love.

Tiffany tended to attribute her dilemma to the differences in their backgrounds.

Seeing Tiffany suddenly fall into a sad mood, Harlee’s tone softened.

“Don’t overthink it,” she said.

“Things might not be as bad as you think.”

Harlee understood that Clint was completely clueless when it came to love, and Tiffany’s hesitation stemmed mostly from his attitude. This prompted Harlee to offer reassurance at that moment. Harlee’s compassionate words caused Tiffany to cry silently.

Tiffany couldn’t explain her tears. She only felt an immense sadness, as if her heart was slowly being shredded.

Harlee turned her head to glance at Tiffany, narrowing her eyes with a hint of heartache in her expression. She then pressed harder on the gas pedal.

In the end, what was supposed to be nearly an hour-long drive took Harlee less than forty minutes, and Tiffany went from feeling sad at the start to feeling terrified by the time they arrived.

Upon exiting the vehicle, Tiffany’s legs trembled. Had she not grasped the car door, she might have collapsed.

Tiffany resolved never to ride with Harlee again, realizing it demanded more courage than even entering the Sanderson family’s household. Harlee watched Tiffany slowly recover, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Go home and get some rest,” she said.

“Okay. Harlee, thank you,” Tiffany responded with a…

Harlee gave a sincere nod and casually waved her hand. As she began to roll up the window, she added, “Tiffany, I hope life brings you more joy.”

Tiffany paused, a bit startled.

As Harlee’s car pulled away, Tiffany nodded resolutely and shouted, “I will!”

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