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

Chapter 675: Harlee… Where am I drifting to? Is there any chance I can save myself? Robbies voice trembled with weakness.

By this time, he understood the slim odds of his survival.

Yet, he posed the question, holding onto his trust in Harlee.

Harlee scrutinized her computers map, aligning it with the coordinates Robbie relayed from his precarious position.

She had already set into motion a rescue operation involving her team and Rhys contacts in Uwhor, but Robbies survival couldnt solely depend on external rescue efforts.

He had to participate actively in his own rescue.

Darkness enveloped the container, pierced only by a thin beam of light through the hole.

Robbies dwindling supplies of water and food added urgency.

Relying entirely on the rescue teams would mean locating Robbie from the skies, deploying a team via helicopter, and accessing the container without causing it to submerge.

Currently, Robbies location was traceable only through the signal from an app.

What if that signal failed? Thus, the safest course of action involved launching the rescue team immediately while encouraging Robbie to attempt to save himself.

A flicker of determination shone in Harlees eyes.

She recalled a film about a protagonist who had escaped from a similar predicament.

The military knife Harlee had provided Robbie was sharp, yet cutting through the containers top was nearly an impossible task.

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Introducing seawater to float upwards was theoretically possible but fraught with risks, including the need to breach the container swiftly without compromising the integrity of the knife.

If only Robbie could leverage the full capabilities of the knife… At this thought, Harlees eyes gleamed.

She suddenly remembered the knife was no ordinary blade, but a custom-engineered military device! Typing swiftly, Harlee retrieved the document she had drafted during the knifes design phase.

She promptly sent Robbie comprehensive instructions on its various features and secret functions.

Think you can grasp all this in ten minutes? she asked.

Robbie accessed the document.

Give me twenty.

Okay, Harlee replied.

Silence enveloped the line, broken only by the rapid clicking of Harlees keyboard.

Harlee quickly organized the rescue team into a group chat, delegating responsibilities aligned with their expertise.

Is everyone clear on the operation? I expect coordination with Robbie within the hour.

Be on your toes.

I might modify your assignments anytime.

The mastermind behind this was still at large.

Harlee pondered whether the container might be rigged with traps by the enemy.

For the first time, Harlee felt a sense of helplessness, as she couldnt pinpoint the enemys location or promptly rescue her comrade.

However, she quickly shook off her momentary doubt, knowing time was of the essence.

Confident in her abilities, she typically didnt fear any rival.

Yet, the vulnerability of her team brought on feelings of helplessness.

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