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

Chapter 1480:

Most of the crew had only ever seen Brenton on financial news segments. While they knew he was handsome, seeing him in person was an entirely different experience. They all found themselves struck by a single thought: Brenton was far more dashing in real life than on a screen. No wonder Clint often joked about being “the ugly one” in the Sanderson family during interviews. Clint was indeed quite inferior compared to Brenton.

However, the man in the baseball cap drew the most attention. Despite only half of his face being visible, he radiated an air of dominance, making everyone feel like they were his subjects. Even a glance from him was enough to make everyone lower their heads in unison. His commanding presence was overwhelming, even for the seasoned crew. Without a word, the crew parted like the Red Sea, clearing a path wide enough for royalty. Rhys, the man in the baseball cap, immediately found Harlee lounging on the sofa, nonchalantly passing the time. A slight frown creased Rhys’ brow. He exchanged a glance with Brenton before swiftly walking toward his wife.

As for everyone else in the room, Rhys didn’t spare them so much as a passing glance. His focus was solely on Harlee.

Fully aware that he was partly responsible for the scene caused by Yvonne, Brenton lightly touched his nose in silent acknowledgment and trailed behind. He hadn’t expected the director to be so bold, deceiving him so openly and letting someone break the rules right under his nose. He was determined to uncover who dared to pull such a stunt.

Among the three men, Clint was completely ignored. True to his own admission, he was indeed the least remarkable of the six children of the Sanderson family.

Yet, someone noticed Clint immediately—Tiffany.

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Watching the trio enter, Tiffany instinctively tightened her grip on the hem of her dress. She lifted her gaze and offered a polite greeting.

“Brenton, Mr. Green.”

Since Harlee had suggested matchmaking Clint with Tiffany, Brenton had asked Tiffany to address him by his first name. At first, she had hesitated, but eventually, it became second nature.

To Brenton, Tiffany was already like family since she would eventually end up marrying Clint.

Brenton frowned.

“You’re being bullied even though you are in the same crew as Clint? It was right of you not to say yes to Clint.”

“Brenton,” Clint hastily called out.noveldrama

Tiffany’s face flushed with embarrassment.

“Clint and I are just friends.”

Clint stood there, saying nothing. He couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t a good match for Tiffany. After all, all he seemed to do was bring her pain.

While Brenton continued speaking, Rhys had already swept past the room’s occupants and settled next to Harlee, his arm casually wrapping around her slender waist. Now, he regarded the scene before him with a relaxed, almost amused air. The frosty, commanding presence that had clung to him moments before evaporated like mist in the morning sun, and in its place, a warmth bloomed, the faintest trace of a fond smile still curling at the edges of his lips.

“Didn’t Brenton boast that the crew was composed of the finest professionals and top-tier actors in the industry? So, why is it that when my darling finally came to visit, there’s still some riffraff stirring up trouble?” Rhys’ tone dripped with disdain for Brenton, and he made no effort to hide it. He was no longer the powerful business mogul who could command the world with a single word. Now, he was simply a playful man teasing his brother-in-law and a devoted husband, completely wrapped up in his love for his wife.

Harlee’s eyelids lifted slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips. Leaning closer to Rhys, she glanced at Brenton and asked, “Did you and Brenton set your sights on the same piece of land again?” Whenever Rhys successfully secured a piece of land, he would make sure to rub it in Brenton’s face, leaving Brenton no chance to vent his frustration.

Rhys immediately flashed a smug grin.

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