The lost heiress never forgiven

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When the Flame of Love Fades

Chapter 409 A Familiar Face

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Johnathan was about to follow after Sierra but suddenly paused, as if something had clicked. Beside him, Mateo spoke up. “Relax.”

There were plenty of their people in the crowd. And besides, Sierra was wearing several custom–designed devices–every piece of equipment tuned by Johnathan himself.

“And honestly,” Mateo added, “I doubt anyone would have the guts to try anything at a place like this.”

Security had been tight lately. This wasn’t enemy territory–who would dare act so brazenly?

More likely, Mateo thought, their opponents would try a slow approach. They’d initiate contact first, build trust, and only strike once they were close enough.

Johnathan knew he was right–but that didn’t make him feel any better.

Fortunately, Mateo had Sierra under constant surveillance.

“Her senior is putting makeup on her,” he reported.

That news relaxed Johnathan just a bit.

Meanwhile, in an empty classroom, Sierra looked helplessly at Autumn, who had laid out an entire makeup

kit.

“There’s no need for this,” Sierra protested. “I’m just giving a speech, not attending a gala.”

“You don’t get it! We’ve got brains and looks–this is what North Salem University is all about!”

Seeing how excited Autumn was, Sierra gave in. If it made her happy, so be it.

a science geek, Autumn was surprisingly skilled with

back and stared at Sierra in astonishment. “Sierra, you really

more often.”

the type to dazzle at first glance–but the

cameras loved. A little makeup transformed her into someone straight

jackpot,” Autumn muttered,

of Sierra anymore. A woman this brilliant

register the compliment. Once they finished tidying up, she and Autumn headed toward

wandering around with an invitation in hand, clearly

and Autumn took

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out to use the restroom and couldn’t find

mixed–race. When he saw Sierra, his eyes lit

again!

Sierra blinked in confusion.

Who was this guy?

said,

jogged her memory

a café to cool off. She had met a mixed–race man there.

Mateo, listening in through their surveillance system, let

not remember him clearly, but he sure

of them had fought–and Mateo had

fists itch. But they had a mission today, so he forced himself to stay

nodded. How could he

afterward. Maddox had confirmed the man’s identity–he was someone with a high profile, in town to discuss investment opportunities. The Department of Commerce had rolled out

now,” Mateo added, eyes locked on the

their

face darkened. “What a