Under the heiress facade

Chapter 42

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Chapter 42

Bernard replied, “Okay.”

The elevator reached the top floor.

There was only one unit on the top floor.

Bernard used his fingerprint to open the door, and a pink little creature rushed out from the house, robbing against his leg and grunting.

I was a pink pot–bellied pig!

A distinguished man like Bernard was actually raising a pig!

Just how much did he love pigs?

Hera would never forget the day of her fifth birthday when she received a small pot–bellied pig he had given ber

It looked very similar to this one. Shenamed it after her favorite dessert, Tiramisu,

“Pig, look who’s here.” Bernard bent down and reached out to turn the pig’s head, which was rubbing against his pants, toward Hera.

Hera was speechless.

had

dissatisfied with Bernard calling it that and grunted before

pig nose suddenly

pe’s nose twitched, and it gradually approached

stopped at Hera’s heel. It seemed to remember something before granting happily as it

She squatted

closed its

called out

the line pig happily nudged Hera’s hand.

enough to express its happiness. It almost squeezed into Hera’s arms, vigorously rubbing its head against her to

and picked it up. “It’s really you, Tiramisu,

Tiramisu had passed away.

while nestling in Hera’s

lifetime was the greatest happiness for

happiness lasted only three minutes. A large hand abruptly lifted it

so long ago, and you’re still in heat?” Bernard said coldy,

granted discontentedly at Beard

Bernard’s sharp

it grunted and sniveled as it crawled back into its pigsty Eke a bullied

moist

by its cuteness and went over to rub its

“Tiramisu, good boy.”

devoid of the

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