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 “Processor, your approach to starting this conversation feels rather outdated.”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

surge of

name, Hera felt a shiver down her spine. She

by the Killian family and lived

Bernard’s father, Albert Killian, died on his deathbed, Albert spoused his third son, Greg Kilian, as the next head of the

just before Greg was due to

pointed to Hera’s father and Albert’s sixth son, Lucius, Lucius was accused of killing his brother for power and was

mother, Daphne, couldn’t believe Lucius would harm his brother. After months of searching for answers,

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

protect her. She set the house on fire, faked their deaths, and

Hera’s heart swelled with

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

step would be a journey to jetburgh to prove Lucius‘ innocence and avenge Daphne’s

anyone from the Killian family,

crimson eyes after pushing aide the fear Ingering in her heart.

You’re the daughter of the

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

must realize we

“YOU”

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

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

pressed against the wall. It looked like he was righting to