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?

was indeed the man she fell in

for Hera’s presence, Camille would almost believe he genuinely liked her, judging from their encounter at the door and

a way that didn’t belong to her. She then

she loved. Camille ignored it,

pirate hijacking on the high seas. If it weren’t for the urgent dispatch of special forces, thousands of people on the entire cruise

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

her loot. She was caught

She looked at

time. There’s no need to rush. We can leave once you’re tall,” Bernard said mischievously, handing her

of tonight’s

Killian, as a man, you should be a gentleman and

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

was at a loss for words. She had passionately recounted their first encounter to share how they were fated and how well–suited they were for each other. But it seemed like background noise to these

they were openly exchanging flirtatious glances