The True Heiress's Return

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At Eastlake Valley Estate, Shakira wrapped a measuring tape around her fingers, trying to check the length.

Since tailoring needed precise measurements, Shakira secretly wrote down Walter's size, planning to surprise him.

As she was fiddling with the tape, Walter walked out from his herbal bath. She quickly put the tape away and changed her face to a broad smile. "Finished?" Shakira asked, patting the spot next to her. "Come here. Let me give you a relaxing massage."

Shakira was sitting cross-legged on the dark blue velvet bed, her short-sleeved pajamas revealing her alluring body.

As she spoke, her lively eyes sparkled with excitement on her charming face, like a playful little fox seeking its owner's affection.

Walter looked at her intently. "Why do you suddenly want to give me a massage?"

"I've been busy with the program lately and haven't given you acupuncture. A massage will help relax your tense muscles."

Walter didn't refuse and lay face down on the bed, enjoying the impromptu massage from Shakira.

Her considerate gesture delighted him.

However, her hands soon wandered to areas where they probably shouldn't have been.

Walter stayed calm, patiently waiting for Shakira to expose her true intentions.

Shakira secretly took the measurements around Walter's neck, shoulders, back muscles, and waist.

Then, Shakira's eyes involuntarily moved downward. Her hands began to slide sneakily down along his waist.

Just as she was about to touch Walter's butt, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. The next moment, the world spun, and Shakira found herself lying prone on the bed, firmly pinned down. Walter's warm breath fanned behind her ear. Shakira turned her head and met his intense gaze.

In the brief moment, their eyes met, she saw the unhidden desire in his eyes.

Startled, she quickly turned her gaze away as her heart beat rapidly, thinking, 'Oh gosh, I have accidentally crossed the line.

Walter was filled with restless energy. His voice was extremely hoarse and raw. "Do you think I'm just letting you have your way?"

His words were laced with a bit of breathlessness, making Shakira's face redden.

Suddenly, Shakira tucked her head under the covers, pretending to be upset. "I'm giving you a massage out of kindness, and you're mad at me? Fine, I'll go to sleep."

Watching her play the victim, Walter was angry yet amused, knowing he was powerless against her.

was right. I am

the hospital just when the

been healthy. How could she suddenly start coughing up blood?" Fiona grasped

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on his face and said seriously, "She consumed too much raw fleece flower root, leading to acute liver failure.

stumbled back a step. Thankfully, Sophie caught him, preventing

Haruca resting and recuperating. How could she take the wrong medication and get this badly hurt?" Fiona

brought Jaslene to the hospital and scolded coldly, "Grandma has a

in fear. Now, with Fiona demanding accountability, they

went to see a doctor who prescribed a bunch of herbs. Who would've thought she'd start coughing up blood after

anger. "What nonsense! Who told you to take Grandma to some

decision. She

blank, and

to reality, Fiona frantically grabbed the servant's arm, her

"It's Dr. Lonely Bird from

astonishment and quickly walked away as if

of the hallway, Fiona dialed a number. As soon as it connected, she eagerly

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words, Fiona chilled

continued, "I followed your instructions and secretly altered the prescription Lonely Bird gave the patient. Today, a patient filled in for someone else and I got

to tell you when the patient's family shows up. I don't

did you do it?" Fiona's

processed fleece flower root Lonely Bird prescribed to the raw one. There is only a one-word difference, but the effects are worlds apart. At that dose, it's lethal; most people

the last bit of Fiona's hope

pupils trembled, and her eyes were

'How ridiculous!

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