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.

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

that

turning the standoff into a

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

of bodyguards in black suits

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

eyes as the bodyguards took control of the

we apologize

as he addressed her respectfully. Hera recognized

glanced at the subdued

them away and find out who's

"Yes, Ms. Youngworth."

thugs were swiftly taken away, leaving the living room in peace. Everly and Wayne began tidying up the room while Hera

Catherine lay down.

better after drinking

said, "I'm fine

with me," Hera

out. I'm planning to open a