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

Chapter 1164:

He’s suggested we investigate who previously attacked Waylon rather than pushing for an immediate alliance with Waylon. Should we disclose anything?”

Hamilton had specifically cleared his day for this issue.

Although Matteo had already been ensnared in their trap, any slight mistake could undo all their prior efforts.

Harlee rose to her feet, her face marked by contemplation.

“Create a fictitious identity for Christopher. Regardless, Matteo will eventually connect the dots back to Christopher. It’s inevitable.”

While Waylon might dismiss them out of arrogance, Matteo was a different challenge. Lacking the information he sought, Matteo would scrupulously pursue every hint, beginning with Harlee.

“Understood,” Hamilton responded.

For them, faking identities was routine. Indeed, every operative in their underground network operated under an alias. Selecting one from their existing catalog was straightforward.

“Monitor Matteo closely.

He is both shrewd and resourceful. Without vigilance, he could regain his footing and elude our grasp, particularly since we’ve intentionally given him openings,” Harlee said. She had previously endured a significant defeat at Matteo’s hands, during which she lost many allies. She was determined to prevent a recurrence.

Bang!

At the sound from upstairs, Harlee massaged her temples in annoyance.

“Hamilton, any idea why Rhys has suddenly taken an interest in tacky soap operas?”

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Since their secretive gathering in the glass room, Rhys had developed an unexpected fixation with saccharine romantic tales, even rewatching the same episodes repeatedly.

Harlee would have thought Rhys was enchanted if she wasn’t aware of his amnesia. Initially, she considered stopping him. The melodramatic storylines seemed inappropriate for a guy with the mindset of a twelve-year-old. Yet, she hesitated, fearing it might unsettle him. Their relationship remained somewhat strained, after all.

Hamilton tensed but maintained a composed demeanor.

“Wait, he’s been watching soap operas?”noveldrama

Harlee, preoccupied with thoughts of Rhys, missed Hamilton’s odd response.

Dismissing the matter, she waved it off.

“Never mind.

Focus on those tasks first. Leave Rhys be.”

With that, Harlee ascended the stairs, tracing the noise to the home theater.

This theater, installed by Rhys three years prior specifically for Harlee, featured a library of films updated in sync with cinematic releases.

Entering, Harlee initially didn’t spot Rhys. Just as she was about to turn back, she noticed a soft light in a corner.

Approaching quietly, she discovered Rhys nestled in casual attire, clutching both a tablet and his phone. The tablet displayed a paused scene from a drama she recognized. It appeared he had paused the episode to respond to a message.

A message from Goodwin asked, “Mr. Green, have you finished watching all the soap operas on the list?”

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