The True Heiress's Return

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110ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Hearing Mitchell's words, Angie and Derrick almost fainted, their faces showing a mix of green and white, creating quite the spectacle. They finally understood! No wonder Shakira dared to be so arrogant-turns out the Nelson family is filled with bad apples themselves. Shakira raised her eyebrows slightly, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Although she was quite disdainful of Mitchell... his sudden cleverness was not without its uses. At least his sharp tongue was always on point. Mitchell paid no attention to these unimportant people. When He turned back to Shakira, his expression softened instantly. "You still haven't told me how you managed to block those calls. Shakira sighed. "They were annoying."

Annoying? She just ignored so many winning messages, and she dares to call it annoying?! Truly, she is my sister Mitchell, so cool!'

Shakira raised an eyebrow, "What, just because I blocked the numbers, you came all the way here to pick a fight with me?"

"Of course not! Look-" Mitchell gestured for the group of cars that had followed him to step forward. There was also a large truck behind them. "I told you I'd make it up to you. Including this year, I brought a total of eighteen birthday gifts for you." As he finished speaking, about ten people holding gifts lined up neatly before them. There were luxury bags, clothing, a big box of cash, a set of keys... and when they got to the last truck, the driver jumped out and operated a smart machine, slowly revealing a heavy motorcycle from the back, dominating the scene with its grandeur! Derrick, who was already stunned, couldn't help but exclaim, "Encode T!"

Angie pulled her son, "What did you just say?"

"That motorcycle is racing-grade, worth over 600 thousand dollars!".

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motorcycle as a birthday gift costs over 600 thousand dollars?' Angie gasped in shock. 'Wait a minute, didn't they say the Nelson family looked down on their adopted daughter and wouldn't let her return home, treating their biological daughter like a treasure? Why was it so different now...?") "So, how about it? I carefully picked these gifts for you. Do you like them?"

Looking at the spectacle before her, Shakira's face showed no significant change, almost devoid of any emotion. If it were her former self, she would have probably burst into tears at such an overwhelming display of gifts. But alas, there are no 'what ifs. Reality is ironic and amusing. Noticing Shakira's silence and lack of excitement, Mitchell's smile gradually faded. Slowly, he clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly. He forced a bitter smile and said, "Are you thinking about the birthday party from a while back?" Shakira replied flatly, "It's none of my concern, so there's no need to think about it."

Mitchell's entire body jolted. The bitterness on his face deepened Indeed, that birthday party had nothing to do with Shakira. Their entire family had prepared for so long, but the only guest of honor was someone else. It had no relevance to Shakira at all. He took a deep breath, "It's fine, I didn't expect you to forgive me right away. Regardless of whether you forgive me or not, I respect your decision. These gifts are for you; whether you take them or not, I will continue sending daily essentials. They're here, do as you wish." With that, Mitchell turned to the grim-faced Walter. "Mr. Lopez, although my sister lives in your house, she does have support behind her." He glanced meaningfully at Angie and Derrick. "If my sister suffers any grievances in your home, I won't let it go easily!" After saying this, Mitchell left the gifts behind and led his group away.

Walter had a face full of indifference.

Angie's heart was racing, and she still wanted to struggle a bit, "Walter, I..."

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"Cousin,"

'Walter suddenly called out to her, but Angie felt no sense of pride; instead, her heart tensed up. "I remember when my parents were alive, they rarely invited you to visit, and that won't change in the future."

This was a direct deprivation of her right to freely enter the main household. Angie couldn't accept it and wanted to plead further. But when Walter's deep, seemingly all-seeing gaze swept over her, she felt instantly frozen in place.

Derrick, however, was unwilling to give up and tried to fight for himself, "Cousin, I've graduated and can work at Lopez Group just like my second cousin."

"Benji started from the grassroots. You want to enter Lopez Group?" Walter coldly waved his hand, "Then go to Africa to toughen up for three years before talking."

Go to Africa for three years? Will I even survive to come back?" "I'm not going, cousin, I'm not going!" Derrick just wanted to go home!

Walter's smirk deepened with cold mockery, "There's one more thing."

The two felt an instinctive chill run down their backs, "What?"

"Apologize to Shakira."

Angie suspected she had misheard, "Why should we apologize to Shakira?"

Walter laughed coldly, "My fiancée, is someone you can slander and insult with those rumors from the outside. His smile was chilling and terrifying!

Over the years, few members of the Lopez family remained, and Walter, remembering their bond, didn't want to hold it against them. Angie almost forgot that Walter of the Lopez family used to be someone who was absolute and no one dared to defy! She felt deflated, like a punctured balloon. Angie pulled Derrick, and despite their reluctance, they had to bow their heads, "I'm sorry, we spoke wrongly. Please, Ms. Nelson, forgive us and don't hold it against us." Shakira aldr Shakira didn't t initially care about them, but since Walter defended her, she still had to give him some face. She glanced at Walter and said to them, "Alright, for the sake of... Walter, I'll forgive you this time." Her nonchalant tone made Angie and her son feel greatly humiliated. But they had to endure it!

Walter didn't care how despondent they looked, "Levi, see them out."

Levi had a smile in his eyes; every time Angie came over, she acted like the lady of the house, bossing him around. This time, the young master finally didn't give them any face, and he felt a sense of relief! This was the power of love; the young master was defending Ms. Nelson! Levi stood tall, "Yes, Mr. Lopez." He then turned to thetwo. "Mrs. Blondel and Mr. Blondel, please."

The two left with pale faces, leaving in shame.

Walter turned to Shakira, who was wearing a faint smile, and coldly said, "Brian, take stock of these items and transfer them to Mitchell after calculating the total."

Shakira was like, 'What? Transfer again? If this keeps up, I'll be a maid for eternity!'