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!”

his beel and headed back

her gaze remained cold. She hadn’t done

time she had met Queenie. Back when she was with

into Daphne, 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

pig grunts sounded from a

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

trailed after Tiramisu for

family was indeed wealthier than the Everett family. Their backyard was an expansive garden, stretching to a small grove at the end. It was filled with valuable trees. In the secluded grove, she caught sight of a small gray cabin

leaves and unearthed something. Hera picked it up. It was

to wear on her head. It seemed Isabella’s disappearance was indeed tied to

stood up, and

fresh outfit and descended the stairs, scanning the room but finding no sign of Hera. It appeared

on Giselle’s lips. She then gracefully approached queenie to apologize for her blunder tonight.

must be turning that she

stopped by the butler before she could reach

Everett, I’m sorry, but Mrs. Gaskell doesn’t wish to see you

as she watched Queenie engage in lively conversation with the guests, ignoring her completely.