Under the heiress facade

"If I say it again, will you appear in front of me right away?" Hera asked. She wished he would show up suddenly like he did last time at the food street.

Bernard listened to her words and wished to rush to the Everett residence immediately. However, before he could say anything, Samson knocked and walked into his room.

"Bernard, there's news from Douglas that the driver your brother sent is nearing Shuttle Ventures," Samson said in a low voice.

Bernard frowned slightly and nodded in acknowledgment.

Chad wanted him back, and since he didn't return, he had sent someone to personally escort him back.

"I wish I could, but I can't leave right now," Bernard told Hera on the phone.

"I see..." Hera responded.

"I have something to deal with. Talk to you later," Bernard said.

"Alright." Hera hung up, lay back on the bed, and looked at the ceiling, feeling a sense of emptiness.

sadness. It nudged her face

its

clicked to

blend of coldness and seductive charm. The background showed the back seat of a car, suggesting

miss me, just

photo to her phone. She then took a photo of Tiramisu and sent it to

the Rolls-Royce, Bernard

misses you

he could

pressed against the snout, devoid

couldn't help

that were clumsy at taking photos. Despite all the effort Bernard put into teaching her, she would revert to square one if she didn't take photos

...

her knees and legs started hurting. Unable