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.

"It's a bit late to say this, but

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?

pinning down its prey, leisurely searching for the perfect spot to strike-it aimed for a swift,

grip his wrist, forcing a smile. "I admit I was rude a few

silent, his

legs and continued, "I'm confident I can

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out from the side, a warning in his tone-Walter's legs were a

your wild ideas and lack of restraint, really believe that just returning to

past, you know I spent two years in Belaris. I met an old traditional medicine master there who taught me

mention of that night. "You think

belie injured heal

ou

myself a shot

ago. Even though you can't walk, there's still some feeling left. Let me give it

I'm going to take your word for it?" Before Shakira could respond, he grabbed both of her hands with his free one, twisting her around and pinning her back against his wheelchair. Her legs were trapped under the sleek custom chair, leaving her no chance to fight back. "You should be grateful you're still

her throat, Shakira struggled to speak, each word coming

eyes widened in shock. "You scoundrel!

Let her go!

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

clean his hands-the same hands that had just been around her throat. She shot back, "What's the

Walter's face darkened further.

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no wander you

regaining her composure, Shakira

this

others all told me before they passed to look after you, reminding me to find you a good wife

waited for this day?" Benji's eyes widened, and he exaggeratedly pretended to cry, wiping fake tears away in a way that made Shakira think he looked a bit ridiculous. Feeling mischievous, Shakira turned to Walter and couldn't resist asking, "So, is it true-this was your

her

hands in surrender. "Okay, okay! Just kidding. But I meant what