The True Heiress's Return

simply couldn't refute her.

The lively discussion was abruptly silenced by Berry's blatant ridicule. Everyone fell silent, looking at each other awkwardly. Their expressions showed both anger and unwillingness, but no one dared to speak up and could only keep their frustrations to themselves. They

Yvette's expression wasn't as harsh as Berry's, but her eyes showed sarcasm as she observed the scene. Casually, she remarked, "It's not just the four esteemed elders. Even those industry veterans hold top positions, and ordinary people rarely get the chance to meet them."

Berry's eyes lit up as she smiled, boasting in a casual manner, "They may not get to meet the esteemed elders, but we're different. Yvette, I heard from my parents that your family is also attending the summit?"

Yvette nodded. "Yes, Finn was invited to the diplomatic summit.

"Finn dotes on you so much. I'm sure he'll take you along," Berry said.

Yvette humbly denied, "It's a work setting, and Finn is very strict when it comes to work."

"Even if Finn doesn't take you, it's no big deal. You're a company owner now. Mitchell's entertainment company is in your hands. You're the richest among us. Your wealth is more than all of ours combined."

Immediately, the people around expressed their admiration and envy.

"Wow, Yvette, Finn is really going to have a meeting with the bigwigs. That's amazing."NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Of course. The Nelson family is one of the top five families."

"Yvette, your family is so good to you. You wanted to get into showbiz, so Mitchell started a company for you and it's in the top three. Now your family hand it over to you. You own a company worth hundreds of millions before even graduating. I am so envious of you!" With her classmates all around, oozing envy and admiration, Yvette found it hard to keep her smirk in check. She aimed to stay modest, but her ego was practically floating on air.

Yvette gently nudged Berry and whispered, "Berry, let's not talk about it. I'm afraid Shakira will be

upset."

Berry's face twisted with disgust. "Why do you care about her? She's the one who caused Mitchell's death. If it weren't for your family's orders to avoid Shakira, I'd definitely go and teach her a lesson for you." Yvette looked sorrowful. "Let bygones be bygones! I think even in heaven, Mitchell wouldn't want to see us keep fighting with Shakira. It's better for us to move on!"

It had been three days and still no news about Mitchell. Yvette went from being worried to completely calm. Mitchell had no chance of survival. What that old man gave her was really sinister. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had such a smooth ride all these years. Yvette wondered, 'But when will Shakira's good luck finally come back to me? My back is already vered with little rashes

and I am about to lose my mind!'

Yvette instinctively wanted to scratch her back, but to avoid ruining her appearance, she had to forcibly hold back. Her eyes shifted, and suddenly she seemed to think of something, saying to Berry, "But I guess Shakira will go to the summit too."

As expected, Berry's expression changed instantly, her jealousy spilling out as she snapped, "Why her?"

Berry thought, 'I'm from the White family and I am not even qualified to attend. esteemed elders?

y should Shakira get to meet the

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Meanwhile, a certain possibility was forming in her mind, even though she didn't want to admit it.

Yvette's lips moved slightly as she slowly said, "It's obviously because of Mr. Lopez."

Berry clenched her fists tightly, her jaw set in disdain. "She's relying on a man. What's so great about that?"

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Hearing Berry's jealous voice, Yvette chuckled to herself coldly, Shakira has Walter's backing, but doesn't Berry wish she could attach herself to Walter too? That's the pot calling the kettle black.

Yvette let out a soft chuckle, "No matter what it takes, getting to know some important people can be useful. Berry, you might as well try it too. After all... you're his lifesaver."

Berry's eyes flickered with new thoughts.

Meanwhile, Xanthe was listening to Berry and Yvette's back-and-forth and felt like she might just gag.

Xanthe said, "Yvette is so shameless. Mitchell isn't even dead yet, and she's already taking over everything he built by himself. And they say the Nelson family spoils her? Gross!"

Shakira was unfazed. "Isn't that her usual behavior? You feel like gagging only now?"

Xanthe looked even more distressed. "Stop it. I was blind before, but now I've seen the light."

At that moment, Shakira's phone lit up. She glanced at it, and her bright, beautiful eyes sparkled even more. Xanthe was curious about what the message said that made Shakira so happy, and before she could see, Shakira had already started packing up to leave.

She was surprised. "There is still another class. Where are you going?"

Shakira said, "I have something to do. Cover for me."

After a pause, Shakira specifically said, "Don't look for Walter anymore."

Xanthe stuck out her tongue. "Oh, come on. I'm just worried you'll get punished."

Shakira said calmly, "No worries. I can pull my grades back up."

Words failed Xanthe.

She thought, 'Shakira really knew how to hit where it hurt.'

Shakira hadn't been gone long when the course instructor came in to start the lesson. She naturally noticed the empty seat where Shakira should be, but recalled Patrick's instructions from a few days earlier and pretended not to see it, continuing with the class. After class, Xanthe played some games and waited until only a few people were left before leaving the classroom. A flashy guy, looking like he just came from a club and decked out in designer labels, stopped her. "Hey, is there someone named Shakira in this class? I didn't see her come out."

Xanthe sized up the guy once more. "Why are you looking for Shakira?"

"Got it." Sean nodded, pulling out a couple of hundred-dollar bills from his designer wallet. "Can you tell me now?"

Xanthe stared at the hundred-dollar bills, momentarily stunned. A gigolo like him was trying to insult her with two hundred dollars. For the first time, she