The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 150

Yvette's pupils dilated, staring at Shakira, who seemed to invisibly grip her very lifeline as if she had seen a ghost. Seeing her reaction, Shakira's face twisted in even more derision.

At this moment, a loud banging echoed from the door that had been blocking out all the noise from outside-they were trying to break in. A storm brewed in Yvette's eyes, but she forced herself to stay calm and pretend not to care.

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way. Shakira. Don't think you can frame me so easily. I'm not a fool and won't fall for your tricks again. Last time, Shakira tricked her with fake surveillance screenshots to take shares of the Smith family. Now, she was trying the same old trick. If Shakira really had evidence, she would have exposed it. Yvette bought, "How could she possibly have kept it hidden all

this time?"

Shakira saw through her thoughts instantly and smirked. "I can't be bothered with the nonsense of the Nelson family. I didn't plan to get involved, but you shouldn't overreach and meddle in places you shouldn't touch Yvette laughed as if she had heard a joke. "I only taught Xanthe a lesson. You don't seriously consider her a friend, do you? Don't forget, when she was on my side, she never missed a chance to harm you." Shakira shrugged it off, tucking a strand of hair behind her shoulder. "What if I just want to teach you a lesson because I can't stand you?" She gave Yvette a once-over. "No matter how nicely you dress, you're still a little thief" The arrogant way she carried herself made Yvette grit her teeth in hatred. Clearly, she was supposed to be the adored little princess of the Nelson family, while Shakira was nothing but a useless outcast discarded without mercy. Yvette thought, 'Why should Shakira go to act so carefree and fearless in front of me? She is supposed to have nothing and be a pitiful wreck haunted by bad luck. Why is she still so full of life? Why isn't she ruined? Why isn't she dead yet? She wanted to rip apart Shakira's arrogant, striking face, but she couldn't even lift her hands. With a loud crash, a piece of the door lock snapped off.

"If you don't believe me, go ahead and try. Let's see who won't be able to stay in n Crescentville once those people outside get in Shakira didn't waste any more words and glanced at the door lock, which was barely holding from the repeated impacts. Her red lips parted. "Five." Yvette stiffened her face, but a hint of panic showed in her eyes. "Four, Three." The door lock fell off,

eaving only one useless latch.

"Two." Yvette instinctively held her breath-Shakira's smile became even more intriguing. "One."

With a loud crash, the heavy wooden door was kicked open from outside. Evelyne entered with security guards following and was startled to see Yvette clutching her hand on the floor, with her head bowed like a wilted flower crushed underfoot. She immediately pointed at Shakira and shouted angrily, "Arrest her. She's the one who intentionally harmed Ms. Nelson"

Shakira gave a calm smile. "Wait," Yvette shivered all over. "Wait. She lifted her head, with her pale-face trying to give some reassurance to Evelyne. "Ms. Franklin, it wasn't Shakira. I just accidentally fell."

Instinctively, Evelyne placed her hand on Yvette's back and was surprised to find her exposed skin was all wet. Shocked, she then noticed that Yvette's wrist was ridiculously swollen. "Yvette what happened to your hand?"

sorry, Ms. Franklin. I can't play the piano anymore. We should hurry and

shook her head. "No way, this summit is really strict. Anyone caught disrupting the order is kept

and guilty, "What about the performance? It's all my fault.

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a tribute to the four seniors.

hand? Xanthe would never get the chance to take this

noticed a keyword, frowned slightly and

now had a ten-minute intermission. After being seated for almost half

dare approach the National Seniors, but the businessmen sitting in the back rows moved up to the front. The head of

approach, turned to praise those in the

after they discovered that the next performer was the heiress of the Nelson family. Many expressed their amazement. I've heard Ms. Nelson is beautiful and talented;

with a modest smile, speaking gracefully, "It's only because Ms. Franklin

strict. Being chosen by her must mean Ms. Nelson is extremely skilled at the piano." "Additionally, the piano solo tonight was specially composed by the organizers for the seniors. It holds great commemorative value and is definitely the highlight of the evening." "Every young man from the Nelson family stands out, and Ms. Nelson naturally inherits the excellent genes of Mr. and Mrs,

considered their lucky star, making the Nelson family

Yvette hasn't graduated yet, and she still has a lot

at such a young age. She is bound to accomplish great things in the

so disgusting. How can an adopted daughter inherit genes? A biology teacher would want to curse at that." Benji rubbed his arm as

Walter. Seeing that Walter's face was as dark as thunderclouds, he nervously swallowed and said, "Brother, I

only 7 feet away in the VIP seats,