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 “Processor, your approach to starting this conversation feels rather outdated.”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 emotions.

Hera felt a shiver down

Hera was mistakenly taken in by the Killian family and lived with them for

Albert spoused his third

due to take over, he was

and Albert’s sixth son, Lucius, Lucius was accused of killing his

Lucius would harm his brother. After months of

on her way back in the Kilian residence, she died in a

the house

might not have survived. Hera’s heart swelled with emotions as she reminisced

that Hera wasn’t biologically related to Lucius and Daphne, she felt a deep gratitude toward them for raising

to wield her influence and gather evidence. Her next step would be a journey to jetburgh to prove Lucius‘ innocence

true culprit, she wouldn’t trust anyone from the Killian family, not evan Bernard, who had once been

the fear Ingering in her heart. “I’m not

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

thick lashes fluttered nervously, but then she realized that knowing her true identity wouldn’t be difficult with a bit of

truth, you must realize we have no connection anymore. Please,

“YOU”

and alot demeanor, He couldn’t fathom whytter, ce so close to him, had become

head teh like it was breaking apart. He

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