Under the heiress facade

Hera took a deep breath in front of the computer before clicking play on the recording.

The recording started with statics, and Hera furrowed her brows. Just then, Bernard walked in, and she teased, "Vulcan, your software isn't very reliable."

"It's not working?" Bernard walked over.

Hera turned up the volume, but it was still just static.

"Let me take a look." Bernard leaned over to make some adjustments before replaying the recording.

The static stopped a minute later, and Queenie's voice was heard. "Robin, stick to the plan. She goes to the countryside every month and always passes through Jedburgh Highway. There's a winding section there that's known for accidents. That's where you'll strike. "Make it look like an accident. The police won't be able to tell it was staged."

Hera's expression darkened as she dug her nails into her palm, though she didn't notice the pain.

Seeing this, Bernard gently pried her fingers open. As his fingers were about to interlace with hers, Hera glanced at him and withdrew her hand.

The recording continued.

she wasn't going to do

in. It was a woman's voice, and she sounded

mouse and rewound the recording to listen again. The voice sounded familiar,

The recording continued.

mentioned before.

with her plan.

"Let's use a truck

gasped. "It could be fatal

including the vehicle you just need to drive. You won't be held responsible even if someone

hesitant and didn't speak. Just then, the woman coughed again. Judging by the cough, Hera deduced that it was a cold coupled with

your

for a doctor to

Academy. Does that put your

you keep your end of the

spoke, so Hera kept replaying her parts. But since the woman barely spoke

only to find him merely inches away from her. They were so close that her lips brushed