Under the Heiress' Facade

Meanwhile, Hera was at the bustling food street and had no idea that the little white lie she told Bernard had almost turned Christopher's life upside down.

Upon leaving the coffee shop with Katie and Cindy, they made their way to a nearby barbecue restaurant. Hera stepped away to use the restroom, only to be drawn toward a commotion at a street corner.

"Oh no, someone's collapsed!"

"Looks like an elderly woman."

"Careful, it might be a scam. They prey on students."

"Don't get involved unless you're loaded."

"Just leave her. It's too risky."

A crowd of students had gathered around an elderly woman lying on the ground, murmuring about potential scams and the risks of helping strangers.

The elderly woman was dressed in rags, looking like a beggar. A kind-hearted student tried to help her but was stopped by a boy nearby.

A clear voice cut through the murmurs. "Move aside!"

Hera stepped forward, her expression impassive.

"Belle, be careful! She might be faking it to get money from you," a boy who recognized Hera cautioned.

Hera bypassed the boy and headed straight for the old woman. The woman's white hair, like her own grandmother's back home, sparked an immediate concern in Hera.

"Belle..."

"Shut up if you don't want to help!"

The boy tried to speak again, but Hera coldly shut him down.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"Ma'am, can you move your legs?" Hera crouched down, supporting the woman's arm and helping her sit up. Then her delicate fingers gently pressed a few acupuncture points on the woman's knee.

"Ouch..." The elderly woman let out a groan of pain.

"Madam! Madam! Wait... Who are you? What have you done to her?"

A woman in her 50s, flanked by two imposing bodyguards, barged through the crowd. Her voice boomed as she pointed accusatorially at Hera.

The crowd's suspicions were confirmed the elderly woman was running a scam. The moment Hera offered aid, the accomplices emerged, feigning concern and demanding compensation.

Pitying glances fell upon Hera, especially from the boy who had warned her earlier. With a smug air, he said to the onlookers, "See told her not to help, and now, she's in trouble..."

But the scene took a sudden turn, leaving everyone bewildered.

As the irate woman continued to berate Hera and barked orders for the bodyguards to apprehend her, Hera remained remarkably composed.

She calmly began checking the old woman's pulse. The two bodyguards, eyes narrowed, advanced toward Hera with menacing intent.

Just then, a blur of motion emerged from the crowd. A tall, muscular man clad in a black tracksuit and mask appeared before them, blocking their path.

In a flash, the masked man was a whirlwind of action. With impressive agility, he disarmed and subdued both bodyguards!

Then, like a phantom, he melted

back into the crowd, leaving

everyone questioning if they'd. hallucinated. Only the groaning bodyguards sprawled on the ground attested to his presence.

Cheers erupted from the stunned onlookers. Hera's gaze followed the masked figure's vanishing point, a sense of familiarity tugging at her memory.

His swift intervention suggested more than a random act of kindness. It felt like he'd been watching over her all along.

A thought sparked in her mind-could it be Bernard?