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

Chapter 1131:

Satisfied with her mother’s silence, Liliana turned to the servants.

“Clean this place thoroughly before Mr. Salazar arrives. I want it spotless. Understood?”

The servants answered in unison, “Yes, Ms. Juarez!” They hurried to tidy up the wreckage, some dragging the injured assistant away without so much as glancing toward the hospital—none daring to act without Liliana’s permission.

As the chaos settled, Liliana prepared to head upstairs, but Valentina’s voice halted her.

“Liliana, I’m not trying to undermine you.noveldrama

But the International Charity Auction in three days is critical for Mr. Salazar. We must make sure it’s flawless so he sees our worth.”

This event was pivotal for the Juarez family. Their future, their ambitions, and their dream of establishing the illustrious Juarez Group hinged on its success.

Liliana paused, her eyes burning with ambition—for wealth, for power.

Three years ago, tragedy had destroyed Liliana’s life.

Her husband, Gregory, was brutally slaughtered, and while she fled for her life, her child was thrown to death by their enemies. Numb with grief, she escaped to Rovania.

At that time, the Juarez family, stripped of their status in Baythorn, also sought refuge there.

By chance, Valentina had crossed paths with Waylon.

Desperate to secure their rise, she manipulated the still-grieving Liliana into Waylon’s bed.

Through relentless pressure and threats, Liliana eventually succumbed.

Her initial resolve—to avenge her husband and child—dissolved as she succumbed to the intoxication of wealth and influence.

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Three days later, the prestigious International Charity Auction unfolded atop Baythorn’s grandest hotel, the illustrious Grand Oak.

The event was an unprecedented spectacle, drawing the crème de la crème from every industry.

Attendance wasn’t simply a matter of wealth. It demanded prominence, influence, and a proven dedication to philanthropy.

Celebrities like Tiffany could only secure entry by either entertaining the elite or leveraging their fame to boost publicity.

The night sky loomed dark as the Grand Oak’s dazzling décor illuminated the entrance, rivaling the majesty of a royal palace.

Security cordoned off the area, and media crews stationed themselves strategically, cameras poised to capture every notable arrival.

A rising star, fresh off a viral drama, was the first to arrive, his presence triggering a frenzy of camera flashes that lit the night like daylight.

Meanwhile, social media buzzed with hashtags related to the event, capturing global attention.

From the balcony of a high-rise across the street, Harlee observed the scene through a telescope, her lips curling into a sardonic smile.

“Liliana really went all out for this, didn’t she? Hiring celebrities, dominating social media, throwing money around like confetti… This doesn’t look like charity; it’s a shameless display of excess!”

“The Juarez Group was a nobody until recently, now flaunting its sudden rise to power,” Rhys muttered lazily from the sofa, uninterested in the spectacle. If it hadn’t been for Harlee insisting he come over, he would have preferred staying home and playing video games.

He simply found such displays distasteful.

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