Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 12

As they reached the turn of the stairs, Bernard, who was in the lead, abruptly stopped. Fortunately, Hera stopped just in time to avoid bumping into him.

Bernard turned around, his gaze intense as he looked at Hera “Miss, do I know you from somewhere?!

Hera’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept a straight face as she stepped back. “Processor, your approach to starting this conversation feels rather outdated.”

Bemard stayed quiet. He edged closer to Hera, his gaze intensifying with a flurryet emotions.

Was Heraunable to recognize him? Or was she deliberately choosing to Ignore him?

Asernard drew closer, his towering figure standing at six and a half feet–cast a shadow over Hera, who, at five and a half feet, felt overwhelmed by his presence

The Bernard before her bore no resemblance in his former gentle self.

Hera instinctively stepped back as Bernard steadily approached. She stopped abruptly when she felt the will against her back.

“Do you really not remember me? Cecily Killian!”

With his hand against the wall, Bernard glanced down at her. His eyes

a surge of

mention of the name, Hera felt a shiver down her spine. She reallord she had indeed

taken in by the Killian family and lived with

years ago, Bernard’s father, Albert Killian, died on his deathbed, Albert spoused his third son, Greg Kilian, as

to take over, he was murdered

Lucius, Lucius was accused of killing his brother

believe Lucius would harm his brother. After months of searching for answers, Daphne finally

residence, she died in a

danger, Catherine book drastic action to protect her. She set the house on fire, faked their deaths, and spirited Hera andy to

have survived. Hera’s heart swelled with emotions as

Lucius and Daphne, she felt a deep gratitude toward them for

influence and gather evidence. Her next step would be a

anyone from the Killian family, not evan Bernard, who had

met Bemard’s crimson eyes after pushing aide the fear Ingering in her heart. “I’m not Cecily Billian. My name is

your’re an Everett, You’re the daughter of the Everetts!* Bernard retorted through

she realized that knowing her true identity wouldn’t be difficult with a bit

realize we have no

“YOU”

He couldn’t fathom whytter, ce

inside his head teh like it was breaking apart. He frowned, and his once handsome face twisted

the bulging veins on his hand pressed against the wall. It looked like