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.

suddenly had a

Bernard calling it that and grunted before opening its

pinkle pig nose suddenly caught

it gradually

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

behavior. She squatted down and patted its head.

little pig closed its eyes in

called

its name, i the line pig happily nudged Hera’s hand.

not enough to express its happiness. It almost squeezed into Hera’s arms, vigorously

was amused by its anties and picked it up. “It’s really you, Tiramisu,

thar Tiramisu had passed away.

while nestling in Hera’s arms and

lifetime

this happiness lasted only three minutes. A large hand abruptly lifted it up from Hera’s arms and

and you’re still in heat?” Bernard said coldy, his tone tinged

discontentedly at Beard

Bernard’s sharp gaze and

it crawled back into its pigsty Eke a bullied

dark eyes was moist

by its cuteness and went over to

“Tiramisu, good boy.”

devoid

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