Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 89

Hera switched off her phone, feeling a bit relieved at last. She’d leave once she got the Eclipse Stone next week and cured Bernard’s Ullness. That way, she wouldn’t even have to care about Bernard meeting other women.

“Mr. Killian; sounds a bit distant Cancall you “Bernie” Instead?” Camille asked Bernard with sincerity.

Hera remained silent overhearing their conversation.

“As long as you like it,” Bernard replied casually, his gaze returning to Hera. She sipped her tomato cream soup, seemingly unfazed by Camille’s presence.

Bernard was perplexed. Was his tactic of playing hard to get failing miserably? Was Hera only interested in food and games?

She used to say she liked him the most when she was younger. How had she changed so much?

she fell in love with at first sight. He was noble, gentlemanly, and

Camille would almost believe he genuinely liked her, judging from

his eyes softened in a way that didn’t belong to her. She then

Camille ignored it, continuing “Speaking

If it weren’t for the urgent dispatch of special forces, thousands of people on

listened quietly while drinking her soup. No wonder Camille was so enthusiastic. She wanted to repay her gratitude by

loot. She was caught off guard but instantly realized whose foot it

the soup and coughed. She looked at Bernard in shock. What was

to rush. We can leave once you’re tall,” Bernard said mischievously,

the purpose of tonight’s agenda? You should let Ms. Chime check your

say, “Mr. Killian, as a

discreetly, and she saw a mischievous smile on his lips. It was as if he was asking whether Hera

words. She had passionately recounted their first encounter to share how they were fated and how well–suited they were for

only that, but they were openly exchanging flirtatious glances in