The True Heiress's Return

After finishing her wash, Shakira realized she hadn't brought any clothes with her. She hesitated for a while before stepping out of the bathroom, only to find Walter was already gone from the room. Just as Shakira sighed in relief, someone knocked on the door. Peeking through the crack, she was surprised to see the little maid who had been wronged by Fiona. The little maid was holding a bag with both hands, beaming, "Ms. Nelson, the young master asked me to buy you some clothes. Please see if they fit." "Thank you." Shakira took the bag. Inside was a set of light green intricately embroidered modern qipao, a style that was quite particular about body shape and size, along with some fitted underwear. Standing i in front of the mirror, Sh Shakira gazed at the seemingly custom-tailored outfit and couldn't help but daydream. Wait, how did Walter know her measurements?? Thinking of a certain possibility, Shakira shuddered from the goosebumps on her skin. She returned to the bedside and picked up her phone, which was flooded with Lago and Jessie's vile insults and curses. "You b****h, do you know I'm about to die because of you! Hurry up and come back! I'm giving you one last chance; go apologize to Mr. Blondel today and accept all his punishments, and I won't pursue this matter any further! Shakira, do you think just reading and ignoring will make everything fine? I'm telling you, if I go down, that old lady won't get her treatment and will be sent straight to the crematorium!" Only I Lago could be so shameless as to thre to threaten a complete stranger using her own mother. Shakira could almost picture Lago's furious, ugly face on the other side of the screen. She logged into her mobile banking to check the balance on the card from last night. There was only the ten yuan for opening the account. 300 thousand dollars? Just a a load of nonsense! Lago must have planned to sell me to Donavan for money!' Shakira self-deprecatingly curled her lips. She hadn't acted quickly enough, allowing Lago to scheme against her! With a cold face, Shakira dialed Sean's number while opening the door and stepping out. Who would have thought that in the living room of the suite, several men were sitting together. Mitchell, Calton, Gavin, Kyle... and in the center, with a deep gaze directed at her, was Walter. As Shakira's call connected, Sean's voice burst through, "Hey? Old-" Shakira decisively hung up the phone, putting her hand behind her back. "What are you all... doing here?" The morning light streamed through the glass window, casting a perfect glow in this direction. Against the backdrop of the light green qipao, the woman's skin appeared translucent, nearly reflecting light, her figure graceful; the waist-hugging design left much to the imagination... How delicate could that waist be! The men present gazed at her with changing expressions. Walter, who had touched this exclusive territory last night, noticed this shift. The heat in his eyes gradually cooled, replaced by a hint of coldness. He glanced around at the others, "What are you staring at?" "Hawk!" The men hastily averted their gazes.

Calton couldn't help but tease, raising his eyebrows, "I knew it; no wonder Mr. Lopez's blossoming posture was bit off yesterday. Turns out we mistook the flower all along."

Last night's Berry had such an open neckline that Walter hadn't even bothered to look at her. Let alone her deliberately exposing herself; they could see some of it from their angle. But Walter didn't care at all! Yet today was different... This qipao was worn so properly, with no skin exposed apart from her arms, and even her neck was covered. 'Even with this, Walter still wouldn't show us! What a dog of a man!' Walter shot a cold glare. "Get lost."

Mitchell stood up, surprised to see Shakira dressed this way. He blurted out, "You look just as good in these clothes as Yvette does. Why didn't you dress up before?" His words were sincere. Having been in the entertainment industry, he had seen all sorts of beauties. He wasn't attracted to women, and for him, Yvette, who loved to buy colorful clothes and bags and looked good after makeup, was enough. But now seeing Shakira... Like a natural beauty, untouched by embellishments. With her clear complexion and bright eyes like the moon, even with the faint shadows under her eyes from lack of sleep last night, 08.19

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Shakira stepped out, still seething from the Lago incident. Hearing Mitchell's words, she felt displeased. "I don't have these things. How can you expect me to dress up, wearing Yvette's second-hand clothes?" She looked at him coldly, "I find them disgusting."

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Mitchell immediately realized, meeting Shakira's indifferent gaze. He remembered something. When they had just brought Shakira back, there was a discussion about her accommodation. Yvette had been very generous, saying she was willing to return everything that belonged to Shakira because it was originSince she had come back, it should be returned to its rightful owner. Everyone in the house had felt heartbroken when she said that. Rebecca, who had originally instructed the butler to prepare some new items, then told them to prepare an extra set for Yvette. The intention was to let Yvette know that even with Shakira's return, she would still be the little princess of the Nelson family, and everyone would continue to love her just the same.

Yvette was deeply touched, and when Shakira returned, she took her to her wardrobe to pick clothes.

What happened next, Mitchell didn't dn't pay attention to. He was focused on not letting his precious sister be wronged, so the next day, he went to a luxury store and bought a few new bags, giving them all to Yvette. In the end, when Shakira left, the only luggage she had was what she brought when she came. The Nelson family had prepared things for her, but she hadn't used or taken any of it. She didn't care at all. Mitchell pursed his lips, the regret in his chest rolling like a storm, unsure of what to say.

At that moment, Brian walked in, breaking the awkward silence. "Young master, Donavan transferred 1 million to Lago last night, right when Ms. Nelson was taken to the rooftop."Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Shakira's smile grew even colder. "1 million, Lago really sold me for a good price."

"Far from it," Walter said, his voice laced with an ice-cold treachery that could destroy everything, "There will still be a balance after this transaction."

Shakira's smile turned even colder.

Mitchell couldn't hold back his concerns, staring at Shakira, unable to resist asking, "What exactly happened last night? How did you end up with the Smith family?"

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