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.

geek, Autumn

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

more often.”

first glance–but the longer you looked, the more captivating

of beauty that cameras loved. A little makeup transformed her into someone straight off a

Yaeger really hit the jackpot,” Autumn muttered, almost

Sierra anymore. A woman this brilliant and beautiful? You’d be lucky to meet

finished tidying up, she

wandering around with an invitation

glance, and Autumn

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the man looked relieved. “I just stepped out to use the

mixed–race.

meet again!

Sierra blinked in confusion.

Who was this guy?

expression, he quickly said,

jogged her memory

a fight with Johnathan–when she’d gone to a café to cool

Mateo, listening in through their surveillance system, let out a sharp

remember him clearly, but

had fought–and Mateo had

fists itch. But they had a mission today, so he forced himself to stay focused. He turned to Johnathan and said, “Remember that

How could he

had confirmed the man’s identity–he was someone with a high profile, in

now,” Mateo

relayed their conversation

face darkened. “What