Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

Chapter 566

Chapter 566

The midsummer night in Betrico carried on the faint hustle and bustle of the day.

Scattered couples lingered on the streets, reluctant to part. Bars, clubs, and various entertainment venues showed no signs of winding down.

A woman, covered in blood from head to toe, wandered aimlessly through the night streets.

From a distance, though she was riddled with wounds, a faint, arrogant smile hung on her lips, far prouder than anyone else’s,

The bloodstains on her body did nothing to make her look pitiful. Instead, they only made her seem more composed- more fearless.

Pedestrians, in small groups, shrank back in terror when they saw her, keeping their distance as if afraid they might cross paths with a deranged lunatic in the dead of night.

Her sharp high heels clicked against the pavement in a practiced, effortless rhythm. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, one after another. She walked quickly, her destination unknown to anyone.

Finally, at the far end of the street, she came to a stop. The place at the end of the street was none other than Ebb & Flow

And the woman standing at the entrance–was Lydia, who had walked all the way from the Walton family’s forest villa.

Now, she stood tall at Ebb & Flow’s doorway, covered in whip marks and blood, staring straight inside.

Perhaps it was her shocking appearance or the sheer eeriness of it all, but the staff at the entrance of Ebb & Flow recoiled in fear, immediately retreating inside to report what they had seen.

As it happened, Truman was there that night. Upon hearing the employees‘ report, he rushed out anxiously, worried that something was going wrong again.

stepped outside and saw Lydia, he was just as

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halted. She

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was ruthless and impossible to read,

wasn’t the type of man who would turn a blind eye to

question, just one.

He figured the less trouble, the better, and finally relented. “Fine, make it quick. It’s late- I was about to head

as if the pain from her wounds

few seconds later, she slowly spoke. “If I weren’t a daughter of the Walton family but came

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look staged. The sound of her hinting the ground was loud enough to startle the pede on the sweet attack standing by the entrance of

up, she found herself lying in a hospital

night stopped at the moment Truman turned and waited away, ther four, all

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