The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 108

Not only that, Shakira continued to receive incoming texts, all of them congratulating her on winning prizes and inviting her to claim rewards. Shakira was utterly speechless. Who has so much time on their hands to prank me and put me on a spam list? Frustrated with the

incessant messages, Shakira activated a blocking system on her phone, intercepting all texts with the word "win" in them/

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Overlooking the city center of Crescentville, Mitchell paced back and forth on the expansive balcony of his luxurious apartment. His initial excitement gradually morphed into anxiety. "Wait, you sent out that many messages, and she hasn't replied to a single one?" Around the open slate dining table, about ten staff members were on their phones, looking quite distressed. "Mr. Lopez, we followed your instructions and sent Ms. Nelson the prize information, but we haven't received any replies..." "Could it be that Ms. Nelson hasn't seen them?"

"That shouldn't be the case. We started sending messages intermittently yesterday afternoon. Even if she missed them yesterday, she should've seen them by today."

Mitchell's friend Slade lounged on an artistic sofa, shaking his head as he watched Mitchell work himself up over such a trivial matter. "If Mitchell put this much effort into picking up women, I bet there wouldn't be a single woman in Crescentville who could escape his grasp."

"Quit with the nonsense," Mitchell replied irritably, too preoccupied to joke around with Slade. "Do you think she just doesn't care about these things?"

Slade, taking it seriously, analyzed the situation with him, nodding in agreement. "It's possible. Since she's with Mr. Lopez, she's probably not lacking for anything."

Hearing "Mr. Lopez" made a hint of displeasure cross Mitchell's face. "Walter is Walter, and I'm me. Buying gifts for my sister has nothing to do with him!" If it weren't for Walter being in the way, would I have to be so constrained about giving Shakira gifts? Slade, understanding Mitchell's mindset, knew he was getting worked up but wasn't about to reason with him. "Then give her something special, something meaningful. Wasn't she part of a racing team? Get her a racing motorcycle."

As soon as Slade finished speaking, Mitchell barked orders at the staff, "Hurry up and find out which motorcycle is the best." Slade thought, 'Mitchell has really lost it!'

"This time, don't send a text. Call her directly! Yes, just call her!" Mitchell was running out of

out of patience.

number. But to their dismay... "User busy, please

we can't

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Change the caller." They couldn't get through with anyone, even the virtual numbers from their entire team. It could only mean one thing. Slade burst out laughing, clutching

thinks you guys are scams and

awkward silence filled the room, and Mitchell's expression darkened. Seriously... all I wanted was to send something nice to Shakira as a gesture of goodwill. Why is it so hard?! Seeing him so

this difficult. But

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might be better if you hand them to her personally. If she refuses,

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eyes lit up. "That's a good idea! You're onto something Slade. No wonder they call you a playboy.

brat! I'm helping you, and you're

eyes still closed, slowly opened them and looked at her, frowning slightly. "Still not better?" His voice was low and hoarse, sounding as if he had something stuck in his throat. Shakira rubbed her nose. "Just a bit itchy. I'm fine." She glanced

When Levi approached, he casually instructed, "Have the kitchen prepare some nourishing food in the next few days." After a moment's pause, he recalled

Nelson's needs. By the way, the young master needs some replenishing too; your voice is hoarse." Levi's hands trembled slightly in his excitement. 'Surely Mr. and Mrs. Lopez are watching over them from above. That's why there's been such substantial progress between the young master and Ms. Nelson! At this rate, will there be good

mouth twitching. She could guarantee

living room.

raised an eyebrow. The

to come back," Angie said, approaching Walter

forward to block her. "Cousin, the young master doesn't like

shot a glare at Brian. "You mutt, my mom is his cousin;