The True Heiress's Return

Shakira widened her eyes in "Is Walter home?"

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Levi smiled affectionately, "The young

er hasn't left the house all day."

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'So, Walter was here since I returned in the afternoon? I thought he hadn't come back! Otherwise, with Walter's temper, wouldn't he have sent Brian down to crush us with all the noise we made?' Shakira couldn't help but think. 'So, those clothes in the small guest room were also prepared by Walter... She swallowed nervously. Suddenly realizing something, Shakira quickly asked Levi, "Then he hasn't had dinner yet?" "An hour ago, the young master said he

sn't hungry. Ms. Nelson, what do you think we should do?"

"I'll go check the kitchen."

Shakira said this and entered the kitchen. Not long after, a delicious aroma wafted out.

Levi covered his mouth, chuckling, and let the chefs, who were conflicted about preparing a late-night snack for the young master, leave early. 'With Ms. Nelson here, they are all unnecessary!'

Ten minutes later, Shakira entered the study, carrying a plate of tomato and egg pancake, gently knocking on the door.

Walter was sitting at the desk, looking at some documents.

"Young master, I made you a pancake. Wa Want to try i it?"

Walter glanced at her and began to eat without hesitation.

Shakira moved to the other side, beaming with a smile, "Young master, thank you for supporting me today!"

Walter, focused on his screen, asked knowingly, "What did I help you with?"

Shakira immediately under understood Wal

Walter's intention. 'What a repressed guy; he wants to hear me praise him!"

"Thank you, young master, for having Levi and the others help me out. With so many servants and clothes, only the young master can command them all!"

"Then you're being overly sentimental." Walter replied indifferently, "Levi and the others did it voluntarily; it has nothing to do with me. As for those clothes..."

Shakira shuddered, fearing Walter would say he'd deduct her wages, and quickly interjected, "I get it, I get it! Young master, it's just a matter of saying the word to get those clothes here. Of course, taking them away is also just a word from you!" Walter looked at Shakira's kira's sparkling eyes, which were eagerly fixed on him, reflecting his image.

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At that moment, Shakira resembled a tail-wagging fox, her excitement and joy entirely dependent on his words. Without realizing it, Walter's lips curled slightly, directly exposing her thoughts, "Don't want to spend money?"

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Shakira felt like crying without t tears, can't spend any more; if I do, I'll go bankrupt.

Walter raised an eyebrow, his handsome expression teasing, "You're not bankrupt yet?"

Shakira thought, I want to choke him. I'm getting poorer every day because of who?!"

She was furious, gritting her teeth to defend her dignity. "If you want me to pay, I don't have a single penny!"

After thinking for a moment, she quickly added. "I won't have a penny for the rest of my life!"

Walter clicked his tongue and coldly scoffed, "If you want to give, then forget it."

Shakira was taken aback, "Forget it?"

"Yeah, I'll just give it to you."

'Give it to me? Let's not even mention other brands; those LK items are worth over ten million!'

Seeing her suspicious and wary expression, her beautiful eyes darting around, with one side of her mouth unintentionally puffed out.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Almost instinctively, Walter raised his hand and pinched her cheek. It was smooth and soft, with a pleasant feel. Walter held on without letting go, raising an eyebrow and asking, "What? Do you think I'm stingy and wouldn't give you anything?" Shakira tried to push his hand away, but as soon as she raised her hand, he shot her a glance. Shakira silently put her hand Shakir tried to push his hand away, butas son as the rais down, lifting the corners of her mouth, "It's not that I think you're stingy; it's just that happiness has come too quickly, and I can hardly believe it!"

"Then you still think I'm stingy." Walter chuckled, then suddenly said casually, "When Joe was pursuing you, was he this stingy?"

Shakira found it hard to keep up with his train of thought, "What does Joe have to do with this?"

Seeing her confused expression, Walter suddenly frowned and cursed inwardly. 'I don't know why I'm asking such silly questions!'

"Nothing."

He let go, his expression subtly impatient, "I said I'll give it to you. If you ask more questions, I won't give it."

"Thank you, young master! You're so generous! I'll go wash the plate for you!"

With that, Shakira dashed off. She was so quick that she didn't even take the empty plate from the table. Walter was speechless.

When Yvette returned home, the Nelson family was in the living room, listening to Cody ask Mitchell about the apology video. Mitchell was anxiously helping Shakira explain, trying to change the Nelson family's terrible impression of Shakira completely. Yvette clenched her fists and hurried back to her room, where she pulled out the little figure Jessie had given her a few days ago from the very bottom of her drawer. Yvette held it tightly, her eyes stinging, filled with a deep darkness.

"Mitchell, this is all your doing!" she murmured. "I am the true miss of the Nelson family; I'm your sister! After all these years as siblings, you should be helping Shakira!" Taking out a small knife, she cut her finger. Instantly, blood began to flow.

She pressed down hard on the blood droplets, drawing on the little figure. "I never intended to go this far, but now you have no reason to continue existing. Mitchell, go die!" With Yvette's dark, twisted voice, a line of bloody text appeared on the figure, shocking to behold! Just as she was about to dispose of the figure, an unknown notification popped up in her phone's inbox. Yvette glanced at it casually, and her whole body went stiff. [If you want to keep it a secret, don't do it in the first place. Yvette, you and LagoJessie are doing terrible things without fear of retribution?] Suddenly, Yvette's hand shook, causing the figure to fall to the floor. Her heart raced; and she instinctively began frantically

searching for something in her room. Then she fixed her gaze on the screen. Sure enough, the other party sent another email: [Three months ago, at the ninth warehouse at night, your family of three had a clear image taken. If that surveillance footage goes viral...] "The ninth warehouse... wasn't that where we planned to throw the birthday party and where Shakira was caught fooling around with a man?' Yvette's eyes widened, and she began typing quickly on the keyboard, [How much do you want?] Yvette knew very well that when an email came at a time like this, it could only be about money. She bit her finger, the blue light from her phone reflecting on her ghostly face, making her look so cold and dark. Soon, she saw the next reply flash on the screen. [30 million dollars.]