Under the heiress facade

Nicholas toppled forward and hit his head on the door. He let out a grunt of pain before clapping a hand to his throbbing forehead, cursing, "What the hell?"

"Sorry, Mr. Sanderson! I didn't get a proper look at you. I thought you were a burglar!" Wayne confessed apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck as he flashed Nicholas a sheepish grin.

"Burglar? Have you ever seen a burglar as handsome as me, you nitwit?" Nicholas snapped. He was about to raise his leg to return Wayne's kick when Wayne dodged.

Upon seeing the red bump on Nicholas' forehead, Catherine quickly opened shop and brought him an ice pack to bring down the swelling.

After that, Everly applied a soothing ointment on the bump. The swelling went down within moments, leaving only a faint, greenish bruise to heal on its own.

The entire ordeal lasted for about an hour before Hera finally deigned to emerge from the western wing, yawning. She cut a withering look at Nicholas and drawled, "Isn't our flight at noon? What are you doing here so early? Do you crave a beating that badly?"

"All you do is sleep! Are you in hibernation or something? Don't you know how much time one wastes on sleeping? You can sleep all you want after you're dead!" Nicholas barked.

He rubbed his throbbing forehead begrudgingly. The curls he had spent a better part of the morning blow-drying and setting were ruined after the ice pack. He wouldn't be in such a pathetic state had a certain young lady bothered to wake up sooner.

"I suggest you keep your mouth shut, Mr. Sanderson. Hera usually works late into the night and wakes up later in the morning. Also, she's not a morning person, and she hates getting woken up," Everly pointed out.

Go wash up and have your breakfast, Hera. We'll leave for the airport

you just hit your head and might be a little disoriented. It isn't safe for you to drive. How about I come with you? I can drive," Wayne offered. Nicholas cast Wayne a sidelong glance. He was starting to

just let Wayne drive you guys. Herie doesn't have a driver's license, and

be exhausted from driving the entire week. If Wayne goes with you, you could tap

and Nicholas wanted to get on her good side. As such, he had no choice but to agree to her

even more certain now that the kick from

breakfast, the three headed to the airport, where Samantha was waiting for them. They boarded the plane following

only a backpack while Samantha had two large suitcases in

her baggage and sat with her during the flight. He began to see the bright side of having

time with Hera.

the trip. If Wayne had not come along, Hera and Samantha might have gotten spooked while camping by the sea at night and

picture, Nicholas might just convince him to share a tent with Samantha

back on track. As he rubbed his bottom,

of them disembarked the plane at three in the afternoon and

heading