The True Heiress's Return

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Hearing this unreasonable request, Shakira took a deep breath. Her delicate, fair face and those clear eyes wer the smug Mitchell, and all she felt was indifference. She curled her lips into a mocking smile. "Do you think I'm your dog? If you want to hear me call you, you'll have to make me." Mitchell, who was joking around, realized something was off and let his smile fade. "I didn't mean it like that; I just..."

"Yes, you just said it casually. You think your esteemed status as Mr. Lopez from the Nelson family gives you the right to command others?" She shot back. Just like right now, it's you telling me not to call you Mitchell, and yet you want me to call you!" Shakira recalled her first day back with on family. She had stood in the living room, anxious and out of place among them on the sofa.

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Perhaps too much time had passed, and Shakira had forgotten how brave she had to be just to speak up back then. But after she called out just once, Mitchell had stood up in disgust. "Shut up! My only sister is Yvette; you're not allowed to call me brother!" Clearly, Mitchell was now reminded of that moment, and his smile disappeared completely. He felt a mix of annoyance, regret, and humiliation....

He was overwhelmed, even a bit panicked, wanting to plead for forgiveness. "Shakira, I didn't mean it; don't be mad. If you don't want to call me, then don't."

"Listen, you're ordering me around again. Why shouldn't I be mad?" Shakira interrupted him, still mocking, her voice cold as ice. Her gaze felt like a blizzard, sending chills straight to the heart.

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like when I was at the Nelson family, everything I could or couldn't do depended on your whims. I used to be such a lapdog, even if you humiliated me for my lack of manners or called me rebellious and malicious. Just calling out 'grandma was enough to make the elderly matriarch lose her appetite. You're so high and mighty; how could I dare to taint your ears with my words?" "L.." Shakira's every word made Mitchell unable to lift his head. The tall man appeared defeated, slightly swaying. After a long while, he finally took a deep breath. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. Mitchell opened his

The sound of the slap echoed throughout the canteen, leaving all the surrounding students stunned, staring in shock as Mitchell's self-inflicted strike drew blood from the corner of his mouth.

mouth again, his voice hoarse and dark, "I'm sorry"

Shakira showed no response; she didn't acknowledge his apology. 'Now you say sorry? It's too late!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I will take responsibility for the mistakes I've made," Mitchell said, gazing deeply at her cold expression. "I will do my utmostjo make it up to you, whether you accept or reject it, the decision is yours. After saying this, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaving a glaring stain on his hand.

He stood up, holding his tray, and before leaving, he said, "The name Mitchell... I will wait for the day you are willing to call

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After saying this, as if afraid of hearing Shakira's rejection and disdain, he quickly walked away.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Shakira seemed unaffected, ignoring the astonished comments of those around her. She poked at her cold, hardened rice ball and continued to eat.

After taking two bites, a small tuft of hair appeared in her view. Frowning. Shakira turned to see Xanthe sitting nearby, covering her mouth and whimpering.

Once Xanthe released her hand, she cried loudly, her speech punctuated by hiccups. "Wah wah wah! I'm guilty too! That little witch Yvette, who said your parents and brothers should suffer, told me about this, and I laughed at with that fool

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Berry. Wah wah wah. I'm so sorry, Shakira... Since Mitchell hit himself, can't I just hit myself too? I pulled out a few strands of hair; please don't be mad at me! Wooo....

Shakira was speechless, thinking. "These two are truly two peas in a pod!"

Her phone rang, it was Levi calling. Shakira picked up, and she heard Levi's excited voice on the other end, "Ms. Nelson! Ms. Banks found Matthew for Mr. Lopez! He will meet with Matthew this afternoon. Do you want to go with him?" Found the old man? That's impossible. If he came to Crescentville, how could I not have received any news? Shakira wondered. She quickly replied, "Levi, please give me the address, I'll go this afternoon." "Sure!" Sure!

Without delay, Shakira stopped eating and quickly walked outside. She got in the car and messaged Jasmin to inquire about the old man. However, Jasmin didn't reply, and her phone was off; she must be in surgery. It didn't matter, whether it's the old man or not. I'll know when I see him. The address Levi sent was in another upscale residential area near Eastlake Valley Estate. This area features luxurious homes co-developed by a high-end brand and Crescentville's local real estate, all in apartment style, making it a popular choice for the new wealthy generation in recent years. Fiona a also had a residence here. Upon arriving at the apartment entrance, Shakira saw a display of luxury brand shoes and bags in a crystal cabinet, confirming it was Fiona's home. Only someone as showy as Fiona would dare to leave bags at the door and set up five or six cameras aimed at such trivial matters. Shakira pressed the doorbell, and after a while, someone inside lazily answered the video call. "Tsk, what's a little maid you doing here? Wherever Walter goes, you have to follow?" Fiona's eyes were filled with disdain, leaving no room for Shakira's refusal. "You should go back; my house doesn't welcome you." Shakira's gaze darkened, "I'm here to see Mr. Lopez."

"Walter is with Matthew right now, so he doesn't have time for you, little maid." Fiona, like a victorious peacock, waved her hand arrogantly, "Bye..." with keen ears,

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heard a faint, familiar voice in the background Before Fiona could hang up, Shakira yelled at the top of her lungs, "Mr. Lopez! I'm at the door; someone let me in a's heavily made-up smile instantly turned to frustration. "You Sure enough, a voice from the other side said, 'Let her in."

Mimicking Fiona's earlier expression, Shakira turned to her and said, "Ms. Banks, Mr. Lopez is looking for me."

Fiona immediately cut off the video.

A few seconds later, the front door's password lock popped open and Shakira walked in calmly. No one came to greet her. Luckily, when Sean helped her pick an apartment, he had sent her the layout, so she remembered some of it. She turned left and right, successfully making her way to the living room. The people there were all present.

Walter was sitting across from someone, but two servants blocked her view, preventing her from seeing clearly.

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Lopez Shakira approached Walter's side, smiled at him, and slowly turned to the sofa opposite.

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This time, she finally got a clear look at Matthew.