Under the heiress facade

Chapter 301

After bracing her classroom, Hera beaded to Pineview Hospital instead of meeting Christopher.

She stopped at a nearby fruit vendor to pick up a basket before continuing to the fifth floor of the inpatient department.

Nathan, clad in a hospital gown, sat up in surprise upon seeing Hera.

“Ms. Youngworth? What brings you here?”

“Just checking in. How’s that wound healing?” Hera replied, locking the door behind her and placing the fruit basket on the table.

Nathan lifted his shirt to reveal the bandaged side. “Nothing serious, just a scratch. Any updates on the investigation?

Hara pulled up a chair and settled in.

“There’s a mole in the department,” she said in a neutral tone.

clenched. “Is it

head. “I’m not sure.”

severe as Stephen had made it out to be during their phone

suspicions about a mole began to fester ever since the items from the oak forest

mystery. Later on, Nathan sustained a minor injury while on a

at Shuttle Ventures

the perfect opportunity, so Hera and Nathan

current case. This would prompt him to temporarily hand it off, revealing Amelia’s location

the new case officer swiftly apprehended Amelia and closed the case. The swiftness only solidified

threat wasn’t over with the

or even a combination of both, were still at play. The possibility of multiple traitors couldn’t

Amelia’s arrest became public knowledge, Queenie’s pre–orchestrated media blitz went live, accompanied by a flurry of activity behind the

interrogation to the desperate attempt at suicide by biting her tongue, Queenie’s demise at the hands of a sniper outside the police station all transpired in

the sniper’s actions pointed toward a leak within the department–someone had tipped them off, ensuring a clean

move. Perhaps even she recognized its inefficiency. Suicide by self–mutilation wouldn’t guarantee a quick death. The police would rush her to the hospital before blood loss could claim her, potentially offering

Queenie’s death served as a stark confirmation for Hera. The department was riddled with moles, not just in Norburgh but likely in

Stephen, remained