The True Heiress's Return

Shakira exited Lago's company and got into a Rolls-Royce Phantom parked nearby. Inside the car, Sean, who had listened to the entire board meeting upstairs via his Bluetooth headset, poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Shakira casually. "Congratulations,

boss!"

Shakira sat next to him, took the wine glass, and gently swirled it her eyes slightly raised. "What's there to celebrate?"

"Getting revenge isn't worth a toast?" Shakira paused her swirling, then tilted her head back, finishing the wine with a soft. laugh. "This is far from over."

Sean didn't quite catch it and was about to ask when Shakira's phone rang. It was Mitchell calling.

Before Shakira could answer, Sean swiftly grabbed the phone and connected the call, putting it on speaker with ease, looking eager to see what tricks that guy from the Nelson residence was up to. Shakira fell silent.

Mitchell couldn't wait any longer. "Shakira, I've got some great news for you-Lago is in big trouble, his company's about to go under!"

Shakira replied, "I know." She thought, 'Not only do I know, but I was the one who orchestrated the whole thing.

Mitchell exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, did Walter tell you? My memory isn't great, sorry about that."

"Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Wait, don't hang up! There's something really important," Mitchell shouted anxiously. "Shakira, when do you have time? Let's sit down together as a family, have a nice meal, and talk things over calmly, okay?" 'Calmly?' Shakira thought and chuckled sarcastically. "Are you sure that the Nelson family can be calm when they see me?"

Mitchell felt embarrassed and immediately promised, "Don't worry, I've already talked to Mom, Dad, and Finn. They realized the past conflicts were just misunderstandings, and they also felt bad that you almost got caught up in Lago's schemes. Maybe if we sit down as a family, we can really clear things up once and for all?"

Listening to Mitchell, Shakira thought he was naive. Just like she had been naive in her past life.

Shakira let out a silent, cold laugh. "No need. I don't waste my time with strangers." With that, Shakira hung up, leaving Sean no time to react. "No way, boss! Did you just shut them down like that?"

Shakira retorted, "What, you expect me to jump into that pit of snakes at the Nelson residence?"

"No way that's happening!" Sean fumed. "You should agree to meet them. Then when they're begging you to come back, you can really stick it to them!"

Shakira leaned back, her clear eyes looking cold. "No way. Those people, always thinking they're better than everyone else, will never see their own mistakes, let alone say sorry."

She thought, 'In my past life, I naively had hope for the Nelson family. Now, I wouldn't even think about it. Like what I've said, there's no need.

Sean squinted. "Is this Nelson kid just a decoy, trying to trick you?"

"If it were someone else from the Nelson residence, maybe. But Mitchell... he doesn't have the brains for that."

"True, but on another note, why did Mitchell say it was Walter who told you about Lago? Boss, do you know someone from the Lopez family Mon, Oct 20

Shakira instinctively sat up siraight. "No idea, he's just making things up."

Sean scratched his head, feeling like something was off. "Really?" Shakira looked down at her phone, pretending to know nothing.

Sean kept trying to persuade Shakira to let him drive her home, so he could also remember the way.

Shakira firmly refused, insisting he drop her off by the road. Sean didn't dare oppose her wishes, looking like an obedient puppy left behind by its owner. Shakira watched the Rolls-Royce drive away. She opened her phone to call for a ride. Just then, she noticed a suspicious figure on the side of the road...

Sean came back again. Shakira sighed and rubbed her forehead in frustration. 'Is this guy really this persistent or what?' she thought. She decided against calling for a ride and instead opened a delivery app. Before long, a young female college student in a delivery uniform stopped in front of her on a small scooter, checking the order details. "Hi, are you the one who needs to send stuff to Eastlake Valley Estate?" Shakira said, "Yes."

"What is it? the girl asked.

"Me," Shakira said.

"What?" the girl was surprised.

Shakira took the helmet from her and got onto the scooter. "Hold on tight around my waist, little sister."

"Huh? Ah!" The delivery girl was caught off guard when her slow scooter suddenly shot off like an arrow, scaring her into clinging tightly to Shakira's slim waist.

"Holy crap!" Sean jumped up. "Did the boss see me? No way!" Unwilling to believe it, he waved the car back and urgently patted the driver's shoulder. "Hurry, follow that scooter up ahead!"

Shakira cranked up the speed of her scooter to the max, maneuvering swiftly through the bustling streets. As she approached a traffic light, she slammed on the brakes to a sudden stop. Nearby, a group of guys on motorcycles pulled up, lifted their visors, and burst out laughing when they saw her and her tiny scooter.

The young delivery girl, just recovering from the thrill of the speedy chase, heard their mocking laughter from both sides and shot them a sidelong glance. "What's so funny? Even our scooter can be cool, alright!"

Her mumbling didn't escape them, and the guys laughed even louder. "How fast can that scooter go? Thirty miles per hour? Hahaha."

Her face flushed red. "It can still be cool!"

With the red light counting down, Shakira softly instructed her, "Hold on tight." Arms wrapped securely around her waist, and as soon as the light turned green, Shakira shot off the lane at full power.

The bikers were stunned, quickly scrambling to catch up. Behind them was Sean's Rolls-Royce. The nimble scooter swiftly overtook vehicles, leaving them all in the dust. It zipped through the next intersection just before the light turned red, disappearing from sight in no time! They thought, 'Are you kidding me? How did we even run into the legendary scooter girl? The group of bikers stopped on the side of the road, staring at each other in disbelief. Then a Rolls-Royce pulled up beside them, and someone anxiously stuck their head out from the back seat. "Where's that little electric scooter you guys were chasing?"

The guys stood there, stunned. "We lost him."

You can't even catch upro little electric scooter? You guys are useless

Seriously? You couldn't catch up in your Rolls-Royce either, and you're calling us useless? The guys rolled their eyes.

When Shakira finally rode her little electric scooter to Eastlake Valley Estate, the battery was nearly dead. She paid triple the price, and the delivery girl, now her driver, looked at her with awe. "You're so cool! Can I add you on WeChat?"© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Shakira smirked. "Sorry, can I say no?"

"Of course, I'm sorry for being so forward."

"Thanks for bringing me back. Next time we meet, I'll let you." Shakira gestured as she entered the estate.

The young girl watched Shakira's cool and stylish figure disappear, unable to recover from the moment. Then she remembered to grab her phone and snapped some photos of Shakira, uploading them to social media. [I always thought I was into guys, but now I realize being into girls is great too!]

Shakira had just entered the small villa when she heard a sarcastic voice coming from upstairs. "I didn't expect my maid to be so capable, just casually buying a company and becoming its CEO."