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

Chapter 1747:noveldrama

“Hazel paid someone to torch the Swain family home. Since the houses in Sunnydale are wooden and closely packed together, the entire village quickly went up in flames. The fire department was alerted and is on their way.”

Thiago’s voice sounded weak over the phone, clearly drained from the exhaustive investigation.

Rhys frowned.

“Sunnydale’s remote, but the delay in response seems excessive. What’s the current situation?”

“Hazel used a signal blocker to cut off emergency communications. It wasn’t until the fire spiraled out of control that someone from a nearby town managed to call for help,” Thiago explained.

Harlee shut her laptop. Her expression was steely, her eyes simmering with suppressed anger. Hazel had crossed the line, pushing her to her limit. The fate of the Wallace family was sealed.

Suddenly, Robbie called.

“Harlee, Sunnydale is ablaze, and it’s severe. Patrick and I are still on our way.”

“How long until you arrive?” Harlee’s voice was steady, ominously calm—a calm that those close to her knew was more daunting than overt rage. Tonight, disaster was inevitable for someone.

“Half an hour,” Robbie replied, tension evident in his voice.

“Update me in twenty minutes with a detailed report. Prioritize rescuing the townspeople,” Harlee commanded firmly. Robbie acknowledged with a terse nod.

“Yes.”

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After ending the call, a look of resolve crossed Robbie’s face.

“Patrick, drive faster! We can’t afford to be late!”

Patrick, previously voicing complaints, now focused solely on the road ahead, pressing the accelerator even harder.

Meanwhile, Rhys took Harlee’s hand and gently kissed the back of it, his voice low and soothing.

“The Swain family will be okay.”

Harlee, unsure of where his confidence came from, found herself believing him—the Swain family would be okay. She quickly dialed Kareem, urging him to pressure the Winbrough fire department to reach Sunnydale within ten minutes. Then, she reopened her laptop to access the Wallace Group’s network. The Wallace family was on the brink of ruin.

In Sunnydale, amidst the chaos of the fire, cries filled the air as villagers scrambled to douse the flames.

“Virginia, crying won’t help. We’re the only college students here. We need to stay strong and protect everyone,” Ulises said, his fists clenched as he looked at Virginia, who was sitting on the ground, overwhelmed by fear.

The fire grew more intense by the moment, engulfing the village in panic.

“I don’t know what to do,” Virginia stammered, holding her head, terror in her eyes. Her room had been the origin of the blaze. Had it not been for the cries alerting her to the fire and someone pulling her from the crowd, she might not have escaped.

“If you’re too scared, just stay here and wait. I’ll organize the villagers to fight the fire,” Ulises told her, understanding her paralysis. He knew her past experiences with school bullying had left emotional scars, but she had never faced a real threat to her life until now.

Virginia stifled her sobs, her eyes fixed on her brother’s steadfast back as she whispered, “Ulises…”

Virginia watched the villagers scatter in panic for what seemed like an eternity before she gathered her resolve. Standing firmly, she called out with all her might, “Don’t panic! Elderly, weak, sick, and disabled—follow me to safety! All able-bodied men, assist Ulises with fetching water to fight the fire!”

Hearing her voice, Ulises glanced back and nodded appreciatively before diving back into the rescue efforts.

Emboldened, Virginia began leading the vulnerable villagers to safety, her initial panic giving way to a calm resolve.

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