Under the Heiress' Facade

"Do you think this sounds like a contract killing?"

Hera looked up at Leon.

"Even if it's not, it's definitely some shady business," Leon asserted confidently.

Hera remained silent, mentally replaying the entire situation.

It all started with Isabella's timed email. Hera had double-checked the email's code and sender-it was sent only to her. Judging from the email's contents, whatever was in the box mentioned by Isabella was crucial to the safety of her and her mother.

But when Hera rushed to Lensvale, she was too late. The item had already been taken. There were traces indicating it was removed shortly before her arrival.

This meant that the person who took it knew about it shortly after she received the email. Considering she had only sent it to Nathan, and Nathan had involved Stephen, there had to be a leak between them or perhaps a mole.

Secondly, if this memory card was in the box in the woods, Isabella must have known its contents. Yet now, the recording was incomplete.

At best, the recording suggested Queenie had some shady dealings with someone. But without the parties involved to verify, its exact nature remained elusive.

Hera felt that at least the current situation wasn't a dead end.

She snapped back to reality and called Nathan, only to find his phone switched off. She hung up with a frown.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

She almost overlooked something crucial. Nathan worked for Bernard.

The thought of Douglas waiting outside and Bernard's constant monitoring over the past few days sparked a troubling idea in her mind.

What if this whole incident was connected to Bernard? Had she fallen into his honey trap from the very beginning?

Bernard, who clearly favored men, had persistently flirted with her and seduced her to make her fall for him. He dulled her sense of caution toward him.

The possibility sent a chill down Hera's spine.

"Do you need to call the police or hire a detective? Damian has some connections. I can call him," Leon offered when he noticed her troubled expression.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

After making a copy of the memory card's contents, Hera handed it to him.

"Personally return this to her address."

Leon took the memory card.

"And then?"

Hera gestured with her finger for him to lean closer. She then whispered something in his ear. Leon nodded. "Got it."

Meanwhile, Queenie emerged from a private room in the café with several reporters.

With a smile, she said, "I'll be counting on you."

They were reporters from major

media outlets who were always searching for headlines. They never expected the recently popular Gaskell family to reach out to them for help with news coverage.

Even though the Gaskells provided the article and they only needed to publish it, it was still a highly profitable deal for them.

"Sure thing. Thank you, Mrs. Gaskell."

The reporters nodded, looking happy.

After Queenie bid them farewell, her smile turned even more confident.

Since Amelia was wanted by the police, Queenie had been cleared of being a suspect, and the restraining order was lifted. Now, she aimed to restore the Gaskell family.

Just then, she spotted Douglas sitting in the lobby, sipping coffee. Her eyes lit up at once.

"It's been so long, Mr. Copley," she greeted him.

"Mrs. Gaskell."

Douglas acknowledged her with a nod.

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Queenie felt a flicker of displeasure at the sight of him sitting there calmly, unflinching. Most people

would bow upon seeing her, and yet Douglas remained unfazed.