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

Chapter 1784:

“Mr. Green, it’ll take some time to open this case safely. Forcing it could harm Felix,” Serena warned, her brow creased with worry.

“You and Patrick take them to the hospital immediately,” Rhys instructed, glancing back.

Patrick hesitated, concerned. “Mr. Green, let me handle this. Your leg…”

“It’s fine,” Rhys interrupted firmly.

He turned and hurried toward Harlee, driven by a storm of worry and adrenaline, even as his injury threatened to slow him down. Lonnie’s condition was worsening—his fever was rising, and his breathing had become shallow. He needed urgent medical care. Felix’s situation was equally dire. Inside the glass case, his vital signs were uncertain, and he required immediate medical evaluation.

“Mr. Green, let Patrick stay and assist you. I can manage Lonnie and Felix on my own,” Serena insisted.

“No. Get them to the hospital now,” Rhys ordered as he pushed forward toward Harlee.

“Understood!” With no time to waste, Serena swiftly picked up the glass case containing Felix, exchanged a glance with Patrick, and rushed outside. Vehicles were already waiting, and the hospital had been alerted. Serena, with Lonnie and Felix in her care, made a beeline for the operating room.

After coordinating with Stefan, Patrick rallied hundreds of Twilight members for reinforcement.

By the time Rhys reached the scene, Harlee and Celine were locked in a fierce struggle. Although Harlee was more skilled, her earlier exertions and the worsening wound on her thigh had leveled the playing field.

Spotting Rhys, Celine suddenly shoved Harlee aside and bolted toward the factory’s staircase.noveldrama

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Driven by the relentless urge to end things, Harlee chased after her, oblivious to Rhys’ calls behind her.

Rhys followed them both.

Celine dashed up the stairs and, in a desperate move, dove into a stack of cardboard boxes, pulling out a submachine gun.

“Don’t move.” As Harlee advanced, Celine leveled the weapon at her. “Take one more step and I’ll shoot you. And Rhys too.”

Harlee’s condition had deteriorated over the past few days. Physically weakened, she lacked the speed and strength to disarm Celine the way she once could.

“Let Rhys go. Settle this with me,” Harlee said, her eyes bloodshot, her thoughts clouded by fury. She could no longer think rationally—only vengeance drove her now.

“Lee.” Rhys stayed frozen, fearing any sudden move might provoke Celine into firing. Trapped, all he could do was call out to Harlee, hoping to stop her from doing something reckless.

Celine’s hands trembled as she waved the gun between Harlee and Rhys.

“Why do you always have to ruin everything?” she screamed. “My plan was flawless. Why can’t I ever pin you down?” Her voice cracked with frustration. “You’ve been my nightmare from the start. All I wanted was to end you, but you destroyed the Cavendish family and dragged me into this mess!”

Harlee scoffed. “If I weren’t stronger than you, do you think I’d still be standing?”

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