The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 4

The Maybach rolled slowly into Eastlake Valley Estate, the wealthiest neighborhood in Crescentville.

When

Shakira was brought back by the Nelson family, Sean had given her an address and access code-he had bought her a villa, worried she'd have nowhere to go if the Nelsons treated her poorly.

In her past life, even with all the coldness and disdain aimed at her, Shakira had never stepped foot in this place. To her surprise, she discovered that Walter seemed to live here, too.

But the deeper the car drove into the community, the more uneasy Shakira felt. She checked her map and found they had crossed in an area with no name listed.

Suddenly

massive black and gold iron gate appeared ahead. Inside was a vast landscape of lush greenery and numerous opulent buildings, almost like a small estate.

Once c

out t of the car, Shakira was led to a white building filled with various medical equipment and supplies, a faint smell of alcohol lingering in the air-it was a small private hospital.

Shakira's lips twitched slightly. Now she understood why, before Walter's incident, people used to say that Crescentville's wealth revolved around him. With resources like these... Even now, if he wanted to, Walter could change the course of Crescentville with just a flick of his wrist.

Just then, a nurse approached to draw Shakira's blood. She furrowed, "So, I need to go through a check-up before I can meet Mr. Lopez?"

The nurse didn't elaborate, simply saying, "Please cooperate, Ms. Nelson."

Reluctantly, Shakira extended her arm. After all, she had taken advantage of Walter, and now she had to pay the price.

After her blood was drawn, the nurse left, and boredom washed over Shakira as she glanced around the glass-enclosed pharmacy. She noticed that a large portion of the medications seemed to be for sedation and pain relief, which made her

pause.

Moments later, the whirring sound of wheels broke the silence. Shakira turned slowly, arms crossed behind her back, and a familiar face came into view.

Not long ago, she had seen this face in that dimly lit room. Back then, Walter had been with his eyes closed, his handsome features striking bashing in the moonlight.

Now, he sat elegantly in a wheelchair, rolling toward her with an intense gaze. His eyes seemed cold and deep, but deep down, Shakira sensed a raging fire, ready to consume her at any moment.

bit late to say this, but I intended to propose a deal with

seemed to find her words amusing. He stopped in front of her, reaching out to grip her collarbone and pulling her closer effortlessly. "Do you like to act recklessly?

her neck idly, feeling like a predator pinning down its prey, leisurely searching for the perfect spot to

a smile. "I admit I was rude a few hours ago. I'm sorry, Mr. Lopez. But I'm sure you'll be quite pleased with

silent, his

Shakira glanced at his legs and continued, "I'm confident

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words, Ms. Nelson!" Brian called out from the side, a warning in his tone-Walter's legs were a sensitive

collarbone tightened. "You, with your wild ideas and lack of restraint, really believe that just returning to the Nelson family gives you the

his wrist, pinching a pressure point to control his strength. "Since you've looked into my past, you know I spent two years in Belaris. I met an old traditional medicine master there who taught me some medical skills. Otherwise, you wouldn't have passed out so

mention of that night. "You think I didn't

injured

ou

just trying to give myself a shot

feeling left. Let me give it a

but do you really think I'm going to take your word for it?" Before Shakira could respond, he

her throat, Shakira struggled to speak, each word coming out with great effort. "You..., were hurt because someone drugged you. I

in shock.

Let her go!

death?" Before Walter could react, Benji Lopez rushed, in, grabbed Walter's arm, and started to pull. At Benji's movement, Walter relaxed his grip

clutching her throat and coughing. When she looked up, she saw Walter towering over her, using an alcohol wipe to clean his hands-the same hands that had just been around her throat. She

Walter's face darkened further.

Walte Tace

"Wow, no wander you

Shakira joked, "Just keeping

this isn't

Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, and the others all told me before they passed to look after you, reminding me to find you a

man. Do you know how long I've waited for this day?" Benji's eyes widened, and he exaggeratedly pretended to cry, wiping fake tears away in a way

was wearing thin. "Brian, throw her into

Just kidding. But I meant what