Under the heiress facade

Chapter 724

The sky was dark, and it was drizzling over at the graveyard on the outskirts of Jedburgh. Hera was dressed entirely in black as she stood in front of a spotless tombstone. She stared at the photo on it quietly.

There was a bouquet of yellow roses by the tombstone, and its brilliant color made a stark contrast against the photo's dull colors. The woman in the photo wore a brilliant smile, and her name, Daphne Jones, was carved below

it.

Hera had found Daphne's murderer, but she couldn't bring herself to feel any semblance of joy, especially more so when she recalled what Lucius had said in prison. Resentment settled in her chest.

The rain grew heavier and dampened her hair, but she felt none of it. At that moment, a big black umbrella shielded her from the rain. Then, someone put a coat with a lingering scent of cologne over her shoulders.

Hera blinked softly and turned around. What she saw was a handsome face that resembled Tyler's to some extent. However, the features looked different from Tyler's overly enchanting and flirtatious ones.

Although this man also bad fair skin, his eyes were brimming with a pureness that was free of the world's corruption. The man's lips curled into a bright smile.

graveyard when she came. "Don't you remember me?" Harvey saw her frown and

glance past his shoulders. "Are you also here to

about it. Actually, I secretly followed you here." Hera looked at him and realized he was still wearing the patient's gown from Silverleaf Hospital's inpatient department. Her frown grew

it wasn't time for him to be

stroll with the permission of the nurse." It was just that he saw Hera in the middle

loss for words. Harvey had certainly chosen

about

Hera shifted her gaze back to the

Hera's gaze and looked at the tombstone. He could see the engraved words clearly,

Harvey had secretly looked into much of Hera's information. He knew of

she was the only person who he could see clearly. So, she had to be the lady he was fated to be with. He would help her, even if it meant giving up everything the Presgrave

what he said, and her eyes flickered. An idea flashed in her eyes. Before she could voice it out, however, a man's cold

here." The man's chilly voice and the sound of two people's leather shoes stepping on the marble floor drew closer by