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

Chapter 1607
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Chapter 1607 Chapter 1607: But when the assistant thought about how kind Tiffany had been to her, she felt it had been worth it. At least she hadn't aligned herself with these malicious people. What did it matter if she couldn't work in the industry anymore? Even if it meant leaving the industry altogether, she would never work with someone as despicable as this! The assistant quickly pulled out her phone, ready to call Tiffany, but before she could even unlock it, her colleagues rushed over and pinned her to the floor.

"You... You..." The assistant's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

When the assistant first joined the company, she worked under Melinda. After Melinda's passing, she had served Tiffany. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that the company harbored such a sinister underbelly.

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Moira sneered, a cruel grin playing on her lips, as she pressed her heel into the assistant's hand.

"You won't get the chance to warn anyone or call the police." With a malicious smile, Moira pulled out her phone and dialed a number that seemed all too familiar. Her voice turned fawning as she said, "Sir, I have found an attractive girl here. Yes, I'll have someone send her your way. She is a little more defiant, so perhaps you can teach her a lesson..." Just then, Tiffany's furious voice thundered from the doorway, "Are you all out of your minds?" Every head in the office snapped toward the entrance, and in an instant, their expressions twisted into something dark and predatory.

Discover fresh tales at g al no vs,Moira's lips curled into a taunting grin.

"Another sweet girl needing you to teach her a lesson, sir. I'll capture her for you instantly." Moira winked at her subordinates, and with a signal, three men-who usually handled the cameras-began making their way toward Tiffany.

After parking the car, Harlee had gone to buy a baseball cap and mask, hoping to avoid being recognized. She hadn't expected to walk into such a scene. No wonder Tiffany had received a bloody knife. This wasn't shigh-end entertainment agency-it was a front for criminals! Harlee frowned. Capturing another girl? From the conversation she had overheard, it sounded like she had walked straight into a human trafficking operation. She couldn't help but wonder if there was a reward for taking down this ring.

Pushing aside her thoughts, Harlee sauntered in, her sharp gaze sweeping across the room and taking in the figures poised for action. Without hesitation, she quickened her pace.

Tiffany followed, her face as cold as steel. As they passed the group of cameramen, she pulled a baton from behind her back and struck each of them in turn without hesitation. She had received it from Harlee, who told her to focus on defending herself if anyone tried to attack. Harlee would make sure she was protected. Seething with anger, the cameramen turned to attack Tiffany. However, Harlee casually glanced at them, raised an eyebrow, and said in a calm voice, "There is something known as tit for tat. That's not too hard to understand, is it?" In the blink of an eye, Harlee lunged forward, seizing the broad shoulder of the burliest...

With a swift, controlled motion, she applied just enough pressure-about eighty percent of her strength-and the air was soon filled with a gut-wrenching scream.

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"Shut up!" Harlee snapped, her glare fiery with irritation.

Drenched in sweat, the cameraman bit down hard on his lip, doing m everything he could to hold back apother scream. A quiet, unsettling voice in his head warned him that if he dared scream again, he might lose his chin.

Satisfied with the effect, Harlee loosened her grip and let him go. She had planned on handling things with money today, not violence. But somehow, the situation had spiraled. Maybe she should have called Rhys to calong. After all, with all his energy, he would have made a far better fighter.

The office stood in stunned silence.

Semployees had collapsed into their chairs, too shaken to moven Tiffany's fighter was downright terrifying. Moira's team was no stranger to crime. Each of them had dirt on their hands, and now, staring at Harlee's unwavering strength, a cold wave of fear swept over them.