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

Chapter 60: Harlee could really think that he could socially ascend only because of the attractiveness of his appearance or dream him! Recovering an appearance of composure, Lindsay turned to Rhys, with the voice dyed of a fearful respect.

"I'm sorry, Mr.

Green, I didn't know.

I come to bring your grandfather's medical report.

I have done his homework and was about to translate it.

Rhys's expression became severe when he remembered the previous Lindsay translation error that almost led to a catastrophe.

However, recognizing his diligence in the delivery of the report, he decided to grant him one more opportunity.

"Sitting back," he said.

of files, worried about whether he could revoke his indulgence, and quickly took a seat in the rear seat of the car.

Sanderson lord, if he is so kind, said Rhys, with a soft and refined tone while opening the passenger door for Harlee.

A slight assent, Harlee acknowledged his gesture and slipped into the car.noveldrama

This scene deeply wounded Lindsay, who was sitting in the back and observed.

He could not understand what Harlee possessed, beyond his apparent beauty, which raised her In Rhys's esteem.

How Harlee had managed to get his attention so effectively to reach the restaurant, Lindsay was placed next to Rhys.

He leaned towards him, with a voice overd The content of the report, apparently oblivious to his exhibitionism.

So insecure, Rhys asked, in a cold tone and looking at Lindsay with narrowed eyes.

I understand him, Mr.

Green.

I will accelerate the rhythm, Lindsay replied hurriedly, hoping to recover his favor.

His pulse accelerated, his face noticed a tense smile as he hastily scribbled with his pen.

It is not necessary.

Rhys, always impatient, took the archive from the hands to Lindsay.rhys looked towards Harlee, who was sitting at a couple of seats away.

Sanderson Lord, he would care to translate this report, nothing happens if he prefers not to do not.

At the time In which the words came out of his mouth, Rhys made a grimace of pain, repenting from his daring.

I would only need to stop imposing himself to Harlee.

Accepting the report.

Then he took a pen.

In a matter of minutes, Harlee had translated the entire document perfectly and returned it to Rhys.

His writing was bold and free, each stroke was impregnated with a unique character ....