The True Heiress's Return

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Since freshman year, Yvette had always been the center of attention at school. She had a handsome boyfriend and several older brothers who spoiled her, with Mitchell being a regular guest to Crescentville University. Everyone knew him. The students around them started screaming again, and everyone pulled out their phones to snap pictures. "Whoa, what's happening? Joe even got beaten by Mitchell!"

"So does this mean... Joe was dating Yvette while trying to get close to Shakira too?" does Joe even need to

"Come on,

to chase after Shakira? I bet someone just threw themselves at him."

I keep mentioning 'sister'? Yvette is his sister, but is Shakira too?"

"But does Mitchell But why

"Well, that just means Mitchell is interested in Shakira and is probably pursuing her too." They continued to gossip incessantly.

Joe

t out the blood in his mouth, stood up, and faced Mitchell.

spat out

He sneered. "Mitchell, what does Shakira's business have to do with you?"

Mitchell blurted out. "How could it not? She is my..."

You're right, my issues have nothing to do with Mitchell, and they're the same with you, Joe." Shakira couldn't be bothered with them and turned to leave.

Joe tried to follow, but Mitchell yanked him back.

He put an arm around Joe's shoulder and leaned in to speak in a low voice, "No matter what, Yvette is the daughter of the Nelson family, and Shakira has our blood too. If you betray Yvette, our entire family won't forgive you!" After that warning, Mitchell pushed Joe away and ran after Shakira.

"Shakira, wait for me!" Mitchell had to jog a few steps to catch up. "Why do you walk so fast?"

Shakira walked briskly. "If you're being chased by a mad dog, wouldn't you run faster to avoid getting bitten?"

"A mad dog?" Mitchell looked back, then realized. "Hey, are you calling me a mad dog?"

Shakira looked at him with a hint of sympathy. "Has Finn really not helped you find your brain?"

Mitchell was so angry he seemed ready to explode. "You!"

Just then, a bank card appeared in front of him. "What's this?"

Shakira smiled lightly. "It's the money you gave me for the meal card. I'm returning it."

Mitchell was surprised and confused. "I didn't ask for it back. Why? Isn't it tough earning money as a maid? Just keep it." After a pause, he added. "If it's not enough, I can give you more..."

Shakira stared at him, her smile still there, but her eyes were completely serious.

She suddenly understood Walter now. No wonder he was so resistant and wanted to humiliate her by making her a maid when she went to find him back then. Now, she felt the same way toward Mitchell.

"What, do you think you can win me over with money?" Shakira scoffed. "I wouldn't even look at Finn's 30 million dollars. 08:17 Mon, Oc

How much are you planning to give to help Yvette? 60 million? 100 million?"

"No, Shakira, you misunderstood me, " Saying that, Mitchell felt a bit awkward. The situation felt oddly reversed.

His indifference to Shakira used to be just like how Shakira now disregarded him.

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Mitchell tightened his grip and spoke seriously, "I know you're upset about the past and Yvette stealing your designs..."Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Yvette didn't just steal my design drafts," Shakira suddenly interrupted loudly.

This time, her gaze was fierce, and each word seemed to carry immense pain and bitterness, "Design drafts, family, identity... everything of mine has been stolen by her!"

Mitchell was stunned into silence by the intense scarlet of her gaze.

It took him a while to regain his voice, and when he did, his throat was strangely hoarse. "I already know all of this."

Shakira took a deep breath. "No, Mitchell. You only think you know." She gave him a long look. "If you don't believe me, go find out for yourself how much Yvette really took." With that, Shakira turned and walked away without a second thought. Mitchell was left standing there, still in shock. He wondered, 'What else has Yvette taken from Shakira?"

He was confused as he went home, wanting to ask Yvette about it.

"Mr.

Miss Yvette hasn't come back yet," said a maid cleaning Yvette's room.

Lopez, Miss

Mitchell nodded a and was was about t to leave when he noticed something.

He walked into Yvette's princess-like room and pointed to an object in the maid's hand. "What's that?"

The maid replied, "It looks like Miss Yvette's bracelet. She forgot to wear it today and left it on the table."

'A bracelet? No.' Mitchell frowned and took the bracelet, examining it closely. He realized it was actually a button.

And the button is poorly made. Yvette has always been surrounded by luxury; even her buttons came from high-end stores There's no way she'll use something this badly made. As he thought about this, the maid suddenly said, "I thought it looked familiar! The button is just like one on Shakira's shirt..." "Whose shirt?" shirt?" Mitchell's I's voice rose sharply, startling the maid, who quickly lowered her head in fear. Her voice trembled. "M-Miss Shakira's. I hand-washed one of her shirts, and it had a button just like this one." Suddenly, Shakira's intense eyes flashed in his mind. Mitchell clenched his s fists

and asked in a low voice, "Have any of Shakira's things shown up in Yvette's room before?"

"I-I'm not sure," the maid said, shaking her head. But Mitchell's anger made her blurt out. "But sometimes when we clean, we find strange things in Yvette's room, things that don't match her status. We always thought they were gifts from her friends." This maid had worked for the Nelson family for ten years, always cleaning Yvette's room with another person. She knew every detail about Yvette's belongings.

Mitchell asked, "Where are those things?"

"But Miss Yvette strictly said not to touch them. If she finds out, we'll be fired."

"If you don't tell me now, I'll fire you myself!"

The maid shivered in fear and quickly said, "They're over here."

Under the drawer of Yvette's bedside table was a small box.

The maid brought it out and held it up to Mitchell. "Mr. Lopez, Mitchell took the box with a blank expression and unlocked the