Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 72

Hera’s words undeniably provoked Queenie.

“Someone, get this wretch out of here,” Queenie called for a maid while James quickly approached.

“Mrs Gaskell, please calm down. I’ll handle this.”

James didn’t want Hera to be kicked out of the Gaskell residence in front of so

so many elites as it would tamish the Everett family’s reputation.

“You’re too audacious, Heral Who asked you to come? James led Hera forcefully to the backyard.

He knew Hera was a nuisance and never intended to bring her along. But she managed to come anyway.

Without waiting for Hera’s reply, he pointed to a path. “There’s a back door here. Get out of here immediately!”

that, he turned on his beel and headed back to the banquet hall

gaze remained cold. She hadn’t done anything yet, and he was

first time she had met Queenie. Back when she was with the Killians, she attended a family banquet where she had a

causing a herbal remedy Hera had worked late into the night to prepare for Albert to fall to the floor. Not only did Queenie not apologize, but she also dirtied Daphne’s dress, resulting in her being scolded by

moment, pig grunts sounded from a nearby

her thoughts and saw Tiramisu poking its head out of the greenery. It grunted twice at her before disappearing back into the bushes

Hera trailed after Tiramisu for a

garden, stretching to a small grove at the end. It was filled with valuable trees. In the secluded grove, she caught sight of

the bed of dry leaves and unearthed something. Hera picked it up. It was a bunny

the one Isabella used to wear on her head. It seemed Isabella’s

and headed toward the small

and descended the stairs, scanning the room but finding no sign

played on Giselle’s lips. She then gracefully approached

Quernde must be turning that she

stopped by the butler before she

but Mrs. Gaskell doesn’t wish to see you right

Queenie engage in lively conversation with the guests, ignoring her