Under the heiress facade

Camille's and Hera's positions took a 180 change within an hour.

Camille was filled with rage and frustration; she couldn't admit her defeat.

She had planned this stage for herself and yet, someone else took the honor. It ultimately became her stage of humiliation.

As someone who had grown up in a family of doctors and was called a medical genius, she had her pride and ego.

However, even the educated socialites splashed dog excrement and wine on her and threw fruit at her. She had turned into a failure. Resentment stemmed in her.

She hated those people who mistook her for Dr. Shadow, blaming them for showering her with praise that fanned her ego. She blamed Hera for not exposing her at the beginning. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up this way.

Also, she resented Hera for not using her real identity from the start. Why did Hera act so mysterious, making people misunderstand things?

As an afterthought, Camille concluded that Hera was the cause of everything.

She would never apologize because it was all Hera's fault!

for Hera, things wouldn't have gotten

her feet, forcing a decent smile on her face. But it was creepy to others. She slowly walked

people avoided her in disgust. Even

Hera didn't budge from her

charmed by

Shadow;

eyes turned cold, and she paced up. Without anyone realizing, a scalpel was already in her hand as she aimed

from her back, hitting Camille right in

the ground, kneeling before Hera.

way to apologize properly." A low yet authoritative voice resounded

only to witness an army of bodyguards marching into the banquet hall. They split into two lines and began spraying air

way for

scene. The sophisticated air around him put an invisible pressure on

ladies gasped,

kneeling woman as though she were a nobody. "Look at yourself, Ms. Chime. Do you