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

Hera's gaze darkened.

debt. You're here

that old hag!"

swung his machete, turning the standoff into a direct

with a loud crash, and a black-clad figure dropped from above. In an instant, he pinned Bruce

group of bodyguards in black

at the ready, Wayne stood guard in front

eyes as the bodyguards took control of

Youngworth, we apologize for

and removed his sunglasses as he

nodded and glanced at the subdued

them away and find out

"Yes, Ms. Youngworth."

Everly and Wayne began tidying up the room while Hera helped Catherine, who was shaken up, back to

and helped Catherine lay down.

better

fine now. You should

coming with me," Hera

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