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!"

grip on his kitchen

Hera's gaze darkened.

collect a debt. You're here

that old hag!"

his machete, turning the standoff

appeared in the ceiling with a loud crash, and a black-clad figure dropped from above. In an

time, a group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses burst in, swiftly subduing

With his kitchen knife at the ready, Wayne

with wary eyes as the bodyguards took control of

we apologize for being

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

glanced

and find out

"Yes, Ms. Youngworth."

tidying up the room while Hera

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

felt much better after drinking

"I'm fine

coming with me,"

I'm planning to open a medicinal clinic in Jedburgh,