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 “Processor, your approach to starting this conversation feels rather outdated.”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

felt a shiver down her

years ago, Hera was mistakenly taken in by the

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

just before Greg was due to take over, he was murdered

evidence at the scene pointed to Hera’s father and Albert’s sixth son, Lucius, Lucius was

harm his brother. After

way back in the Kilian residence, she died in a sudden car accident along with the driver responsible.

drastic action to protect her. She set the house on fire,

have survived. Hera’s heart

wasn’t biologically related to Lucius and Daphne,

to Norburgh to wield her influence and gather evidence. Her next step would be a journey to jetburgh to

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

aide the fear Ingering in her heart. “I’m not Cecily Billian. My name is

an Everett, You’re the daughter of the

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

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, had become so

was breaking apart. He frowned, and his once handsome

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