The True Heiress's Return

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"Aren't you eating anything, Mr. Lopez? What are you looking at? Shakira noticed that Walter seemed serious, so she curiously followed his gaze but saw nothing, which was quite strange. "Nothing." Walter sighed and then remained silent, not saying a word. "You're so weird." Shakira didn't bother him further and continued to eat the food.

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going back to the Eastlake Valley Estate, Walter called Brian to his study. "Look into Yvette." Brian was surprised and confused. "What exactly do you want to investigate, Mr. Lopez?"

Walter's

r's voice was h***se. "The necklace she's wearing" Brian pondered for a moment, his eyes widening in disbelief. You mean the bullet necklace, right, Mr. Lopez?" said Walter.

"Yes,

"But didn't you say that the person stayed in Belaris for two years? Ms. Nelson has always been in Crescentville and it's known to everyone. How could she..." said Brian. Walter frowned and said, "Then find out where exactly she got that necklace from!"

After leaving the banquet at the Ortiz residence, Lago stormed angrily to the nursing home. It was past visiting hours, but he barged in regardless of the security. However, before he could reach Hannah's room, he was blocked by two bodyguards at the door. Lago almost jumped. "Where did you come from? I never hired bodyguards!" The two men, nearly 6 feet 3 inch tall, looked quite intimidating in front of the short Lago. "We are hired by Ms. Shakira Nelson."

Lago was p***d, thinking, Shakira again!" He roared, "Get out of here. My mom doesn't need any d***n bodyguards!"

The bodyguard said, "Sorry, we only take orders from Ms. Shakira Nelson. You have no right to make us leave."

"Fine, if you won't leave, I'll call the police and report you for harassing my mom!" said Lago.

The bodyguard said, "Ms. Nelson has a recording for you, Mr. Smith."

Lago laughed as if he had heard a joke. "Who does Shakira think she is? I don't have to listen to her!"

The bodyguard said, "Ms. Nelson said that if you don't listen to it yourself, we can play it publicly, and it will be you who gets humiliated."

Lago was about to be driven mad by Shakira. He snatched the recorder from the bodyguard and went outside the hospital to play the recording:

It was Shakira's voice. "William is the first surprise I prepared for you, Lago. He's been living comfortably in the countryside, all thanks to the pension card Grandma gave him before she came to Crescentville, so he's more concerned about Grandma's health than anyone else. I advise you to behave and not to have any ill intentions towards Grandma. If anything happens to her, William would go berserk and no one would be able to stop him. Oh, and don't even think about bribing him. He probably wouldn't believe you even if you kneli." At the end of the recording, there was Shakira's playful and triumphant laughter. Lago's face turned red with anger. He threw the voice recorder on the ground and stomped on it with both feet, venting his anger. . 06.24

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He panted, looking fierce. He glanced at the two big burly guys guarding the door of the ward, picked up his phone, and

called someone.

The next day, Yvette's face was even worse, and due to her falling out with Xanthe, she stayed home to recuperate.

"You have a visitor, Ms. Nelson," said the servant.

Yvette came out and saw Brian. "Mr. Lopez wants to see you, Ms. Nelson."

Yvette suddenly remembered Walter's aloof and handsome face, so she got into the car without hesitation. She asked Brian, "Um, does Mr. Lopez own several Maybachs?"

Brian glanced at her. "Yes"

"Most people can't get a ride, right?" After all, she was now in a Mercedes-Benz E-Class.

question

Brian didn't know why she was asking such a pointless question, so he casually replied, "Only the Lopez family can use

them."

Yvette nodded, feeling much more at ease. As expected, Shakira could get a ride in a Maybach only because of her status as a maid in the Lopez family. Otherwise, no matter how hard she tried, she would never be her match. Soon, Yvette was taken to the Lopez Group.

She had seen this building from across the river several times while in the Nelson Group. However, only after entering the building did she realize that even though they were both century-old families, the Lopez family was clearly wealthier. The building was a perfect combination of intelligent technology and business, with no awkward jarring at all. Soon,

she was led by Brian to the CEO's office. Brian tapped the communication screen on the door. "She's here, Mr. Lopez."

The screen displayed access granted, and Brian gestured for Yvette to go in.

Yvette entered the office alone, and what she saw was the curved wraparound floor-to-ceiling windows, out of which was the most bustling district of Crescentville.

The man in the center of the office slowly turned around in his wheelchair, his handsome face as if crafted by god, once again stunned Yvette.

His eyes were like the bottomless sea, dark and deep, like a whirlpool that one cannot help but be drawn into.

"Mr. Lopez." Seeing his intimidating gaze, Yvette couldn't help but blush and feel her heart race. She took a few steps closer

Walter.

However, before she could get close, Walter said coldly, "Stay there and unbutton your clothes."

Yvette thought she had misheard. Having realized that he was not joking, she was so excited that she wanted to undress immediately.

However, she took a deep breath and put on a modest demeanor "Mr. Lopez, I'm not the kind of girl..."

Give me your necklace," said Walter.

"What?" Yvette was surprised.

"Didn't you hear me?" said he

Yvette dared not resist and obediently took off the necklace and handed it over.

As soon as Walter gol the necklace, he immediately looked for something on the bullet. Sure enough, there was a scratch about the length of a fingernail on the tip of the bullet. Walter gripped the necklace tightly with a trembling hand, saying seriously, "Where did you get this necklace from?"

His interrogation made Yvette's heart race. Countless thoughts were flashing through her mind. "Do you recognize this necklace, Mr. Lopez?"

"Just answer my question. You're not allowed to question me," said Walter.

Yvette felt as if she was being choked. "L..."

Seeing her hesitant and unwilling to confess, Walter's eyes were filled with danger. "You want to say that this necklace belongs to you, don't you?" He stared at her as if he was going to strangle her any time if she nodded. Yvette couldn't bear such pressure and sat down on the ground with weak legs. Suddenly, she thought of a possibility and nervously pinched the palm of her hand. "The necklace belongs to a friend of mine. She left the country for three years, when she came back, she gave me this necklace, saying it could bring me luck... and

She slowly raised her head. "If you want to find the owner of the necklace, Mr. Lopez, I can help."