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 “Processor, your approach to starting this conversation feels rather outdated.”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

shiver down her

the Killian family and lived with them for six

on his deathbed, Albert spoused his third son, Greg Kilian, as

Greg was due to take over, he was

Albert’s sixth son, Lucius, Lucius was accused of

After months of searching for answers, Daphne finally uncovered a cloe

her way back in the Kilian residence, she died in a sudden car accident along with

She set the house

Intervention, Hera might not have survived. Hera’s heart swelled with emotions

Hera wasn’t biologically related to Lucius and Daphne, she felt a deep

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

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

eyes after pushing aide the fear Ingering in her heart.

Everett, You’re the daughter of the Everetts!* Bernard retorted through clenched teeth.

thick lashes fluttered nervously, but then she realized that knowing her true identity wouldn’t

we have no

“YOU”

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

it was breaking apart. He frowned, and his once handsome

his hand pressed against the wall. It looked like he was righting

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