Under the heiress facade

Bruce glanced at the bank card and scoffed.

"How do I know if this card has five million? I want cash!"

Hera replied, "You guys can go check."

"It takes at least an hour to get to town and another hour back. By the time we return, who knows where you'll have run off to?" sneered one of the thugs, a rat-faced man. Hera stayed silent.

"Can't you send one person while the rest wait here?" Everly suggested.

"No way. Besides Bruce, none of us have a driver's license."

Hera silently questioned why they suddenly cared about obeying the law.

"What do you want?" Hera asked coldly, her eyes locked on Bruce.

She knew they were just stalling.

"The deadline's passed, and you haven't got the cash. I'll have to take something from her to settle the score."

Bruce pointed his machete threateningly at Catherine. The blade glinted menacingly.

"You!"

his grip

Hera's gaze darkened.

collect a debt.

that old hag!" Bruce

his machete, turning the

black-clad figure dropped from above.

group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses burst

his kitchen knife at the ready, Wayne

eyes as the

we apologize for being

lead bodyguard approached Hera and removed his sunglasses as he addressed her respectfully. Hera recognized him as one

glanced at

away and find

"Yes, Ms. Youngworth."

leaving the living room in peace. Everly and Wayne began tidying up the room while Hera helped Catherine, who was shaken

Catherine lay down. She then boiled some herbal supplements and brought them

felt much better after

said, "I'm fine now. You should

coming with me," Hera

out. I'm planning to open a medicinal clinic in Jedburgh, and I need your