Under the heiress facade

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was late August in the deep mountains where Jadonia and Valdenland met. A young woman in a snug dress and an older lady stood before a nameless grave.

The young woman, Hera Youngworth, was born into the Everett family of Norburgh. However, she was given to the wrong family due to a mistake at the hospital 17 years ago.

Just a week ago, the Everetts located her. Today, they were here to bring her back to the city.

Catherine Youngworth shifted her gaze from the tombstone to Hera. “Let’s start heading downhill. The Everetts will arrive shortly. Once you’re back in the city, you’ll be recognized as an Everett. It’s time to leave the past behind.”

“Okay, Grandma. You go ahead. I’d like to stay a little longer,” Hera replied.

Catherine took one last glance at the tombstone, let out a sigh, and said, “Don’t keep them waiting.”

Hera stood alone, silently gazing at the nameless tombstone.

Suddenly, she heard rustling in the woods behind her and glanced up. Something was stirring among the trees and approaching her.

Turning around cautiously, she caught the glint of sunlight on her long eyelashes. A figure dressed in dark camouflage dashed out from the woods, stirring a heavy scent of blood into the air.

The tall man had camouflage paint on his face, making it hard for Hera to see his features. Yet, she spotted a flag on his right arm.

Meanwhile, Hera could still hear rustling sounds from the woods behind him.

Killian hadn’t expected to run into anyone in these desolate mountains. With

collapsed before Hera. He lay motionless, his blood staining the

leading her to believe that Bernard had likely lost consciousness due to excessive bleeding.

men dressed in light camouflage suits emerged

curly hair, spoke in

a crew cut and thick lips. He glanced at Hera and

seen a woman in a while. His gaze turned

had lived in this borderland for 11 years and was aware of its dangers,

her lucky stars that Catherine

at the weapons they were holding, then spoke in standard Terranish, “Please don’t harm

barrel of his gun to lift Hera’s chin. Her

speak Terranish quite well. Come with us. I’ll

fear. “Fine, just please don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll pack my things and go with

intentions. He smirked with a hint of malice. “Since you’re so agreeable, let’s begin

with a similarly unsettling

weapon and seized

a silver

The fear that had been in her eyes

muttered curses under his breath. He pointed his gun at Hera but hesitated to shoot, fearing he

tombstone. She grabbed a handful of white powder from a

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