Under the Heiress' Facade

When Hera awoke, she felt like her head was about to explode and was uncomfortable.

She tried to get up, only to find that her hands and feet were tied. There was straw beneath her, and the walls were made of the same mud bricks used to build buildings a century ago.

It was already dawn, and the sunlight shone in through the grid windows. The wooden door was tightly closed, with evidence of being pried open.

There was a pyre covered with cobwebs on her left and a straw bed on her right. The straw surface of the bed had been flattened, and a blackened quilt was piled in a corner. There were also two dirty plates next to the quilt.

It appeared that someone had been living here for a while.

Hera concluded that she was in a woodshed in the countryside. She struggled to sit up and found her head spinning. Her body temperature was so high that she suspected she had a fever.

Recalling what happened last night, she wondered what happened to Nathan and Stephen. The person she saw before fainting was a stranger.

She had a severe headache and couldn't figure out whether she had fallen into a trap from the moment she received the email or whether the culprit had arrived at the location before her.

She had to get out of here first.

Hera's hands were tightly bound behind her back. She felt lucky to have watched a kidnapping drama before. She thought the techniques to tie the ropes were quite cool, so she learned a few.

At that time, Catherine looked at her strangely and asked her if she was going to do something bad.

The techniques she learned proved useful at this critical moment.

It was just that she wasn't in good condition, so it took her a while to untie the rope that bound her hands. When she was about to untie the rope around her feet, she heard movement outside.

Someone was talking, and more than one person was approaching the woodshed.

Hera immediately stopped moving.

"Miss, she's inside." It was a rough male voice.

"Open the door." It was a female voice.

Hera recognized this voice as one she had heard before. Then, she heard the door being unlocked.

She instantly lay down, holding the untied rope and hiding her hands behind her back.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Because she had a fever and was uncomfortable, she wasn't suitable for a head-on conflict with them. So, she pretended to be still unconscious.

Someone shoved the wooden door roughly. It hit the wall, sending up a layer of dust.

Amelia covered her nose in disgust and used her other hand to fan away the dust. After a while, she walked in.

She glanced at Hera lying on the ground and asked the man, Eric Scott, "Why isn't she moving? Is she dead?"

There was a ferocious scar that went from his nose to the left side of his face, which looked a little frightening.

"She's still alive. I confirmed it this

morning. After Eric finished

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speaking, he instructed the men behind him, "Go get water and wake her up."

Hera, who was pretending to be dead, was rendered speechless.

She already had a fever. It would only make her condition worse if they splashed cold water on her, especially since it was winter. She had no choice but to pretend she had just awoken and opened her eyes.

Hera pretended to sit up with difficulty. She appeared frightened, and her voice was a little hoarse. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"You woke up in time," Amelia sneered.

She held the rope tightly behind her while carefully observing the situation outside the door.

Aside from Amelia and Eric, there were three men outside. Judging from their appearances and outfits, they were most likely gangsters who always engaged in illegal activities.

Her current condition didn't allow her to force her way out, so she could only act according to circumstances.