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 “Processor, your approach to starting this conversation feels rather outdated.”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

a shiver down her spine. She

the

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

to take over, he was murdered

pointed to Hera’s father and Albert’s sixth son, Lucius, Lucius was accused

his brother. After months of searching for answers,

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

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

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

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

evidence. Her next step would be a journey to jetburgh to prove

uncovered the true culprit, she wouldn’t trust anyone from the Killian family,

Ingering in her heart. “I’m not Cecily Billian. My name is Hera

daughter of the Everetts!* Bernard

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

that you know the truth, you must realize we have no connection

“YOU”

at Hera, puzzled by his sudden coldness and alot demeanor, He couldn’t fathom whytter, ce so close to him,

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

his hand pressed against the wall.