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!"

tightened his grip on his

Hera's gaze darkened.

you're not here to collect a debt. You're here to kill somebody, aren't

over that old hag!" Bruce

turning the standoff into a

and a black-clad

same time, a group of bodyguards in black

shielded Catherine and moved her to the side. With his kitchen knife at the ready, Wayne stood guard in

eyes as the bodyguards took control of the

we apologize for being

removed his sunglasses as he addressed her respectfully. Hera recognized him as one of

and glanced at the subdued

away and find out who's behind

"Yes, Ms. Youngworth."

living room in peace. Everly and Wayne began tidying up the room

was in disarray, so Hera cleared the bed and helped Catherine lay down.

felt much better after drinking

fine now. You

coming with

to protest, Hera interrupted, "Hear me out. I'm planning to open a medicinal clinic in Jedburgh, and I need your