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.

a debt.

over that old

his machete, turning the standoff into a

the ceiling with a loud crash, and a black-clad figure

time, a group of bodyguards in black suits and

his kitchen knife at the ready, Wayne stood guard in front of

wary eyes as the bodyguards took

apologize for being

as he addressed her respectfully. Hera recognized him as one

and glanced

them away and find

"Yes, Ms. Youngworth."

Wayne began tidying up the room while Hera helped Catherine, who

and helped Catherine lay down. She then boiled

much better after

"I'm fine

with me," Hera

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