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

Chapter 1559:

In the pitch black of the night, each bullet found its target without fail. His skill with a firearm was mind-boggling. The soldiers couldn’t help but feel a shiver of awe. This man was more than they’d ever imagined—more formidable than even Harlee herself!

As the soldiers gawked at Rhys, still processing the shock, Harlee effortlessly leaped from the tree, her movements smooth and fluid, as though she were casually strolling after dinner.

Rhys, standing tall, his eyes half-narrowed, wore a mocking smirk. His gaze swept over the soldiers, an icy coolness in his demeanor.

“Who thought up this mess of a plan? It’s terrible,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Hearing this, the soldiers were about to retort, but a wolf’s howl cut them off. This man, like Harlee, was unarguable.

Harlee walked toward them, her face cold as ever.

“Tend to the injured first,” she ordered.

The soldiers jumped to attention at once, their voices eager, “Ma’am!” They hastened to follow her command.

With Harlee’s appearance, the soldiers’ spirits lifted. It was as though a heavy weight had been lifted from their shoulders, their last shred of worry evaporating.

As the soldiers set to work, Lionel didn’t give further orders. Rita took the reins, quietly directing the troops.

Lionel had taken Rhys’ words to heart. He had made a mistake in his judgment. Rhys had been right—this mission had been a disaster.

The soldiers, now focused on caring for the injured, occasionally glanced at Harlee, in awe of how quickly the tables had turned once she and Rhys had arrived.

Rhys gripped the rope tightly in his right hand, the other end bound to the alpha wolf, who had been dragged a few meters but now burned with fury. It snapped its head around with a swift, calculated motion, preparing for a last stand, its body brimming with defiance.

But the moment the alpha wolf’s eyes locked with Rhys, all that bravado melted away. In an instant, it was no longer the fierce alpha. It had become as tame and docile as any household pet.

The alpha wolf’s once fiery spirit evaporated under Rhys’ unspoken dominance. No fight, no resistance—just submission.

The hundred or so wolves missed their leader’s reactions, their gaze never wavering from Harlee. The tension was palpable, as if the pack were ready to spring into action at any moment, tearing her to shreds with a single, coordinated leap.noveldrama

It was an unsettling sight, yet Harlee remained unshaken. Not a flicker of anxiety crossed her face; her composure was unwavering as she stared back at the alpha wolf. She moved slowly toward the alpha wolf, her face a mask of indifference, her movements deliberate as she loosened the rope. The moment the bond was broken, the alpha wolf sprang up, its muscles coiled and ready, yet it hesitated for a brief moment, sensing something dangerous in the air.

The alpha wolf must have realized that Harlee was no ordinary threat. In the blink of an eye, its primal growl faded, and the proud wolf—usually a force of nature—retreated, tucking its teeth and demeanor into an almost docile submission, nuzzling her leg like a domesticated dog.

The soldiers watching from a distance couldn’t hide their astonishment, their expressions twisting with disbelief. What had just happened? Was this the same wolf that had torn through their defenses like paper? The same creature that had commanded the wilderness with every bone in its body? Where was the gaping maw? Where was its pride as the alpha wolf? It meant giving up without a fight! Harlee’s ability to subdue a wolf without lifting a finger was astounding!

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