Under the Heiress' Facade

"This email's content is enough to prove that Isabella's and Madison's deaths weren't accidental! But the premise is that we must be sure this was a scheduled email set by Isabella herself," Nathan said with agitation.

"Yes, I've asked someone to investigate the username's login address. I'll go to the address mentioned in the email," Hera said.

"I'll go with you. It's too dangerous for you to go there alone. Give me your address. I'll go pick you up right now."

"Okay."

Meanwhile, Queenie returned to the Gaskell residence. She got out of the car, appearing haggard without makeup.

Standing in her yard, she took a deep breath, relieved to have finally come out.

"Hurry inside, Mom. It's cold here." Zyler came out of the house and supported Queenie obediently.

"There's no hurry." She waved and walked toward the trees in the yard, shouting, "Come out!"

Seeing that, the butler hurriedly stepped forward and dragged a paparazzo out from behind the tree. He was dressed in a black down jacket, desperately protecting his camera.

"If you want to take photos of me, please do it openly! Or I'll sue you for portrait infringement!" Queenie said sternly.

The paparazzo thought he had misheard as he couldn't believe it. Nheless, he timidly picked up the camera and took a few photos of her before turning around and running away.

"Mom, why did you let him take your photos?" Zyler was puzzled and wanted to chase after the paparazzo, but he had already gone.

"It's okay. I happen to need someone to spread the news," Queenie said.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

On her way back, Terence had informed her of the Gaskells' situation. While outraged, she found a full sense of worth. It appeared that the Gaskells couldn't do anything well without her.

"But..." Zyler hesitated.

Queenie soon ignored this matter. She returned to the house to take a comfortable bath and put on expensive clothes. Then, she ate delicacies and applied makeup, returning to her original image as a wealthy lady.

Queenie told Terence, "Prepare the car. I'll go to Shuttle Ventures with you again."

She had to personally take action regarding the Killian family's affairs.

However, Terence remained still. He hesitated for a while before responding, "Queenie, your movements are restricted."

They could only temporarily bail her

out since Hera didn't withdraw her charges of false accusation and bribery: Before the truth of Isabella's and Madison's deaths was revealed, Queenie could only stay at home.

"What?" Queenie's expression clouded over. "What does Aurora mean by this?"

The only difference between bail and no bail was that she was imprisoned in a different place!

"Aurora said it was all she could do," Terence explained.

Although it was temporary, releasing Queenie on bail could solve the public opinion surrounding the Gaskell family, helping the business. Queenie cursed, "Nonsense! They can't stop me!"

She didn't believe it and stormed out, only to see two uniformed policemen guarding the villa courtyard gate.

When they saw her come out, they blocked the door and said, "You can't leave, Mrs. Gaskell."

Seeing that they were equipped with pistols, Queenie didn't dare to act rashly, so she returned gloomily.

She locked herself in the study and called Aurora, but nobody answered. She made five consecutive calls before the last one was answered. "What's the matter, Aunt Queenie? Are you already out?"

Queenie felt annoyed as she listened to Aurora's leisurely voice, feeling that Aurora had deliberately kept her waiting before picking up the call.

However, Aurora belonged to the

Killians' main branch. Even if sheet

politely addressed Queenie as

"Aunt", she was much noblerin terms of status.

Thus, Queenie could only endure her anger.