Under the Heiress' Facade

Chapter 188

The next thing everyone knew, Bernard raised his wine glass at Shaun.

"Thank you for doing me such a huge favor, Mr. Thompson. I'll definitely repay you for your benevolence in the future. Please, help yourself to the alcohol. Cheers."

Bernard then drained his glass dry. He made sure to cough a few times after that as though he choked on the wine.

Shaun, who was taken aback by the sudden performance, was extremely confused.

Didn't Bernard tell him to leave? Why did he make it seem like Shaun was the one forcing him to drink?

How the hell did he get framed?

Then again, Shaun had no choice but to take the blame for the sake of Bernard's future happiness.

Still, he was starting to feel concerned for Bernard. After all, he was willing to bend over backward just to cater to Hera's wishes.

"Mr. Thompson, thank you for your help today. This is a life-saving pill that I've crafted. Think of it as my gift for your help."

Hera pulled out a small velvet box from her bag and passed it to Shaun. The dark box formed a sharp contrast against her fingers, making them look extremely slender and beautiful.

The faintest trace of a smile was present on Hera's beautiful face. For some reason, Shaun had a feeling that he was accepting a lethal pill instead of a life-saving pill.

Then again, it was a gift from Bernard's beautiful wife-to-be. Shaun was more than thrilled to accept poison from Hera as long as it was a gift from her.

After accepting the box and putting it into his pocket, Shaun replied, "No problem. You can treat me to a few drinks next time. I'm leaving now." What Shaun didn't know was that the pill would end up saving his life in the future.

"Sweetie, I didn't mean to drink on purpose..."

The moment Shaun closed the front door behind him, Bernard immediately plastered an innocent look on his face.

He continued, "I was worried about you, but I was in no condition to pick you up. So, I had to ask Shaun for help. He likes drinking a lot, you see. I can only humor him by going with what he wants. But really, I didn't drink much at all."

Hera glanced at the bottles on the coffee table again. Clearly, she had noticed that half of the wine was gone.

Bernard didn't drink much, huh?

Upon noticing Hera turning to leave with an impassive look on her face, Bernard rose to his feet immediately before sweeping the bottles off the coffee table.

Sounds of glass crashing onto the floor rang out abruptly at that moment.

Hera turned around immediately, only to see Bernard slumping against the coffee table. She rushed over to help him up immediately. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not!"

Hera quickly checked Bernard over. It appeared that he didn't sustain any injuries.

She remained silent afterward.

"I know my mistake now, sweetie. Can you please not get mad at me?" Bernard continued to play the pity card despite having gotten Hera's attention. "I'm not mad at you."

Bernard proceeded to study Hera's beautiful face. "But you keep ignoring me. You also tried to leave."

Hera was speechless for a moment.

"I was going to craft you some hangover pills," she explained.

It was all thanks to Bernard that Hera was released from her cell so quickly without a hitch in the process. Also, she got to turn the tables on Queenie. Bernard's

contacts played a huge role in

ensuring that things went well.

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Hera couldn't bear to see Bernard ruining his own body by consuming alcohol. She was both angry and distressed because of this. Bernard's lips curled into a small smile. "There's no need for that. My alcohol tolerance is quite strong."

In the past, he had gone through

special training just so he could

complete a spy mission. As a result,

he was able to keep his mind clear

even after guzzling down four pints

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Hera fell silent after that.

Even though Bernard claimed that he didn't need hangover pills, she still went ahead and crafted some for him. He still had to take anti-inflammation pills, so he needed to be careful when it came to

alcohol intake.

Bernard just went along with the flow obediently. He seemed to have pondered about an issue for a long time, for he soon spoke up. "Even Shaun has a gift. Why didn't you give me one?"

Once again, Hera didn't know what to say.

She knew that Bernard was playing the pity card on purpose, yet she didn't have the heart to expose him, nor did she want to turn him down. Suddenly, Hera recalled the ongoing deal she had with the grandmaster of Astral Nova. The best gift she could prepare for Bernard was an opportunity to cure his illness once and for all.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

That was why she needed to get her hands on the century-old gurdyroot as soon as possible.

As for the photos requested by the grandmaster...