Under the heiress facade

Six burly thugs, armed with long machetes and baseball bats, blocked the entrance to the hall. They wore menacing expressions. "Bruce, it looks like we've got a beauty here," one of the goons said as he eyed Hera.

"I don't need you to state the obvious! I'm not blind!" Bruce Wallace, the leader, snapped while his gaze remained fixed on Hera.

He spat.

"I'm here for the money. Her looks won't change that."

Bruce's eyes lingered on Hera's smooth, flawless skin, but his focus remained on his mission. He was here to collect a debt. It would be a miserable New Year for everyone if he didn't.

"Hey, old hag, are you even listening? Stop wasting our time. Do you have the money or not?" growled a scruffy man who was gesturing aggressively toward Catherine with his baseball bat.

Hera stepped forward to shield Catherine. With a swift kick, she knocked the bat aside.

"Don't point that thing at her!"

Caught off guard by Hera's audacity, the scruffy man fumbled his bat and eventually dropped it.

Meanwhile, the other thugs quickly surrounded Hera, brandishing their weapons. One pressed a gleaming machete against her neck.

intimidated by the sight of the blade and pleaded nervously, "Let her go. This has nothing

but admire Hera's calm demeanor amidst the danger. Nevertheless, letting her go

money?" Bruce

the IOU first," Hera

subtly twitched her fingers to retrieve a

Catherine grabbed Hera's arm tightly to silently

dollars in interest. The borrower's ID information was indeed Catherine's. However, the signature was forged, though

using her ID and had taken her fingerprint as

"Hands off!"

knife, with Everly close behind,

Worried for her safety, he hastily

them! Here's the

the

it, and

pocket change! Don't play a hero if you

with rage as he gripped the knife, ready

assistance in this remote location, fighting