Under the heiress facade

Chapter 2

Hera felt completely stunned.

All of a sudden, the sound of an approaching aircraft grew louder. Bernard’s backup had arrived.

Hera looked up and saw a helicopter hovering above. The helicopter’s door slid open, and a ladder lowered down. A man dressed in camouflage, similar to Bernard’s attire, descended from above.

Hera swiftly dashed away.

Bernard pushed himself up, his eyes following her disappearing figure. With a pleased grin, he mumbled, “So, you were hiding here. I’ll be back for you.”

…

At the foot of the mountain, two sleek black BMWs were parked in front of a rundown house. The yard was bustling with curious bystanders.

In the living room, Catherine welcomed the Everetts, who had arrived from the city.

James Everett, Lilith Cresswell, and their daughter, Giselle Everett, who had been mistakenly taken at birth and raised by them, were here.

The three’s impeccable attire clashed sharply with the shabby state of the living room.

Giselle scowled at the worn cup before her, feeling a wave of repulsion. She glanced around the living room, taking in the peeling paint on the walls and the chaotic mess of herbs scattered across the floor.

To make matters worse, there wasn’t even an air conditioner in the house on this scorching summer day. Instead, an old ceiling fan whirred above, its irritating squeak only adding to her discomfort.

The idea that Giselle was part of this rundown family was unbearable to her. She was firmly convinced that she was meant to be an Everett.

Giselle clung to James’ arm, looking upset. “Dad, it’s sweltering in here. Does Hera not want to see me because she thinks I stole her parents?”

“What are you talking about? It wasn’t your fault to be mistakenly taken at birth. Why would she blame you?” James snapped.

take Hera back to their home. As for Giselle, they had raised her for 17 years and had grown attached to her, so they decided to continue raising

long?” Giselle seemed even sadder. She turned to Catherine. “Um, could you go find Hera?

sounded like she was instructing a

a sigh as she observed Giselle’s behavior. She was about to stand up, but James intervened,

had been an arduous journey, and she wasn’t going to let this visit slip away without a

clear voice was heard speaking from outside, “Grandma, I’m

where a tall, slender young woman stood. Her figure was outlined by the light

aloofness which hinted that it wouldn’t be wise to

her advanced age, Catherine’s eyes were sharp. She noticed the large tear in her dress as soon as

Catherine approached

Catherine and reassured

at her dress and added, “I just… accidentally tore

was then everyone realized Hera’s dress was dirty

Hera not even having decent clothes to wear. She made a firm decision never

the group and said, “Come meet your real parents and their daughter

landed her gaze on James. He wore a suit, had thick hair, and was slightly overweight. Despite being in his late 40s, he looked more like he was in

in the sultry and rundown place, only to be greeted by Hera, who was dressed in

lack of courtesy. She didn’t bother to offer a greeting. Impatiently, James questioned, “Why did you keep us

while coming down the mountain,” Hera explained, her eyes cast downward. Her long eyelashes covered her cold gaze, making her look like a

resembled Lilith and how sorry she seemed, James couldn’t bring himself

a bit messy. Come on, let’s get into the car,”

to leave as soon as

gently took Hera’s hand, checking for injuries. “Hera, I’m your mother. Let me see if you’re

expression mirrored that of Hera’s

fine. Thank you,” Hera

attempted to pull

nodded. She then turned to Hera and said, “Let’s head home. Your father’s

said goodbye