The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 184

Walter's voice was distinct. Usually, it was indifferent and calm, like an endless, serene deep sea. When angry, it tightened, creating a commanding, towering presence that would send chills down anyone's spine.

But now, he lowered his voice, exuding a magnetic charm capable of captivating thousands of fans. He smoothly narrated the movie scenes. Shakira, with her head tucked under the fluffy blanket, listened to the occasional howl of the mountain winds outside. Despite the fierceness of the wind on the mountain, she felt an indescribable sense of security.

To be honest, she was quite surprised. She was just joking around, expecting him to refuse her request after throwing some mockery. Little did she know Walter would actually agree to her unreasonable request. Her gaze dropped slightly, the changing light from the projector casting shadows on her face, but her thoughts were already drifting elsewhere.

Walter stared intently at the screen. The movie was about a fifth of the way in, and the main characters were diving into their adventure. The atmosphere and scene were becoming more and more tense and exciting.

Suddenly, a strange shadow flickered behind the male lead. The unexpected and shocking scene sent chills down his spine. Even though he didn't believe in ghosts and such, he was truly scared. His voice paused for a second, and his fist clenched silently. Only heaven knew how many times he cursed Benji in his mind.

What kind of stupid idea did that fool come up with?' Walter took a deep breath, trying to continue his explanation. That's when he noticed Shakira had fallen silent.

Walter looked down and saw that Shakira had already fallen asleep. He sighed deeply in relief, and his tense nerves relaxed significantly. However, soon, Walter realized that he was actually afraid she might blame him. This realization made him even more frustrated. He thought, 'Am I really scared of her blame?"

"Hmm, why did you stop narrating..." Shakira mumbled suddenly, and Walter instinctively muttered a few more words. She sleepily leaned closer to him, nestling against his shoulder, and soon drifted back to sleep.

Walter secretly scorned his own instinctive reaction, feeling both frustrated and helpless towards Shakira.

"What a woman who always takes more than she's given," he muttered, feeling an urge to move his hands. He reached out, but this time, instead of reaching for Shakira's neck, he placed his large hand on her cheek.

seemed to soften with

hopelessly addicted. Only for her did he experience such intense sensations. He couldn't control this pull, yet he yearned to drown in it even more. Utterly ensnared, he found himself completely

his shoulder. They leaned against each other like that and fell asleep with the sound of a horror movie playing

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brightened, the curtains in the suite were pulled wide open to face the sunrise.

Should we wake Mr. Lopez and Ms. Nelson?" Brian looked over and waved his hand. "Mr. Lopez

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the sun was already high in the sky, shining brightly. Due to the events of the past few days, the classmates had

Shakira and Walter on their way out, so she made up an excuse and had Sean drive her home first. Naturally, Sean was not happy about this. He had followed Shakira all the way up the mountain and hadn't

Xanthe, he couldn't help but glance at her lips, which reminded him of his first

her phone. She felt a bit dazed. Seeing her looking both sleepy and disappointed,

glass and the early morning mist made it hard to see their faces clearly, he felt an indefinable warmth and comfort when he gazed at the

packing their luggage, they headed down the mountain back to Crescentville. Walter first asked Brian

energy. She freshened up, changed into a new outfit, confirmed the meeting place with Matthew, and set out to

undergo thorough checks. The driver craned his neck for a better look and said, "Why's security so tight today? I saw people being sent back home from work. Do you want me to take you back, miss?" Shakira smiled, "Thanks, I can go in myself. Just drop me off here." With that, she paid and got out of

his surprise, he watched her easily get past

"How silly of me. Someone from Eastlake Valley Estate is certainly not like ordinary office workers. No wonder when she got into the car, I was immediately struck by her remarkable appearance and

the staff for directions to Conference Room 17. As soon as they looked at her, their gazes were