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.

Shakira's number. But to their dismay...

Lopez, 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

you guys are scams and

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

this difficult. But

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a good idea! You're onto something Slade. No wonder they call you a playboy. Being a

'What a brat! I'm helping you, and you're throwing

as the car door opened, Shakira sneezed unexpectedly. Walter, with his 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 at him, feeling guilty.

nourishing food in the next few days." After a moment's pause, he recalled reading online that women often experience discomfort during their periods due to insufficient energy and added. "Make sure it's something to

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

her mouth twitching.

a pair of brightly dressed individuals emerged from the living room. They looked

Master, your cousin and Mr. Blondel have come again." Shakira raised an eyebrow. The way Levi said "again" had some

to come back," Angie said, approaching Walter in a familiar manner,

stepped forward to block her. "Cousin, the young master doesn't like outsiders getting too

a glare at Brian. "You mutt, my mom is