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 “Processor, your approach to starting this conversation feels rather outdated.”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

a shiver down her spine. She reallord she

ago, Hera was mistakenly taken in by the Killian family and lived with them for six years.

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

was due to take over, he was murdered

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

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

residence, she died in a sudden car accident along with the

danger, Catherine book drastic action to protect her. She set the house

not have survived. Hera’s heart swelled

and Daphne, she felt a deep gratitude toward them for raising

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

wouldn’t trust anyone from the Killian family, not evan Bernard, who had once been closest to

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

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

realized that knowing her true identity wouldn’t be difficult

the truth, you must realize we have no connection anymore. Please, step aside,” Hera asserted.

“YOU”

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

breaking apart. He frowned, and his once

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