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

Hera's gaze darkened.

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

that old hag!"

his machete, turning the standoff into a direct

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

of bodyguards in black suits

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

the bodyguards took control of

Youngworth, we apologize for being

Hera and removed his sunglasses as he addressed

glanced at the subdued

find out who's behind

"Yes, Ms. Youngworth."

began tidying up the room while Hera helped Catherine, who was shaken up, back to her room to

so Hera cleared the bed and helped Catherine lay

much better after

"I'm fine now. You should

coming with

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