Under the heiress facade

By the time Hera woke up, it was 2:00 pm the next day. Her entire head was throbbing due to the hangover.

She got up and noticed that she was in an unfamiliar environment, and even her clothes had been changed. After some thinking, she finally recalled visiting Samantha's place last night.

She reached for her phone that was charging by the bedside and checked through her WhatsApp messages. After answering all her unread texts, she finally listened to Bernard's voice message sent at 3:00 am. "Sweetie, something suddenly came up, so I'm not sure when I'll be back. It may take two or three days or even a week.

"Take care of yourself during this period. Call me if you need anything, or you can contact Douglas. Wait for my return. I love you." She could vaguely make out the sounds of him driving while he spoke. Hera scoffed before nonchalantly tossing her phone aside. She certainly wasn't going to wait for him.

"You're awake, Hera. The food delivery has just arrived. Quickly wash up before having some food." At that moment, Samantha pushed the door open and entered the room.

"Sure." Hera got out of bed. After washing up, she headed to the living room, where Samantha had already laid out the food on the dining table. She even prepared a hangover pill for her.

Hera asked

sitting opposite her, seemed unsure what to reply. Hera suddenly had a gut feeling that something had gone wrong. She

not loving you anymore and agreeing to break up. You wouldn't even

in disbelief. "Did I

think Mr. Killian feels very guilty and doesn't

little hypocrite. Last night, I thought you guys were roleplaying some

made Hera put her hand against her forehead in embarrassment. No wonder

She vowed not to drink so recklessly again. If she wanted to drink, she would have

up if you feel so miserable about it. M Killian is, actually quite decent. If you still love him, you

best friend would