Under the Heiress' Facade

Chapter 169

Bernard retorted, "What does that have to do with you?"

…

Christopher sat at his desk in the classroom. His mind was plagued with Bernard's answer, which had been reverberating throughout the morning. He wasn't in the mood for classes at all.

The moment the lunch bell rang, Christopher packed up his stuff immediately. He needed to track Hera down just so he could talk to her.

Zyler called out to Christopher at that moment.

"Why don't we have lunch together, Christopher? I'd like to talk to you about something."

"What do you want to talk about?" Christopher replied flatly.

Zyler felt quite miffed upon hearing Christopher's cold tone. He found himself resenting Hera even more after that.

If it weren't for her, things between him and Christopher wouldn't have gotten this tense.

"I've booked a private room in the Imperial Hotel. Why don't we chat while having lunch together?"

There were too many people at school, making it difficult for Zyler to badmouth Hera in front of Christopher.

"We're no longer friends now, so there's nothing to talk about. I have to deal with some other matters, so I'm leaving now."

Christopher left the classroom after saying his piece.

Zyler stared at Christopher's receding figure, his fists tightly clenched.

…

After classes were done for the day, Hera stayed back to clean the classroom because it was her turn on the duty roster that day. There, she received a phone call from an academy admin, who requested that she pick up her package from the academy mailroom.

Piglet: "Boss, I've mailed you all the alternative medicines you need other than the century-old gurdyroot. The package is quite heavy, so it's best if you get someone to carry the package with you." Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Piglet: "There are only two known century-old gurdyroots on the market so far. The first one has existed for 218 years. It currently serves as a relic in the National Auditorium of Jadonia. I can't buy it at all. The other gurdyroot is a part of Astral Nova's collection. It's not for sale."

Piglet: "I'll have my subordinates look for another gurdyroot if possible."

Raven: "Thanks. You don't have to look for the gurdyroot anymore."

Raven: "Keep it on my tab for now. I'm a little tight on money lately, so I need you to start taking jobs for me again."

Piglet: "You? Poor? Boss, didn't you just earn a whopping one billion dollars from the Gaskells some time ago?"

Raven: "I've already spent it all."

Piglet: "Holy shit! How the hell did you spend all that money? You really are something else!"

Piglet: "It just so happens that a few clients want to seek you out for their dealings. I'll filter them out for you before sending you more information."

Hera texted back an "okay" before switching to another alternate account she rarely used. Her nickname on that account was "Shadow".

The second text bubble on the interface showed a user named "Grandmaster of Astral Nova". Hera remembered adding the grandmaster's phone number to her contact list.

Suddenly, she recalled the second condition out of the three conditions the grandmaster wanted her to accept in the past. He wanted to be able to contact her at all times.

Hence, Hera began typing up a text message for the grandmaster.

Shadow: "Are you there? I'd like to discuss something with you. I've had my eye on the century-old gurdyroot in Astral Nova's collection. What should I do in order to trade for it?"

Hera wasn't in a hurry to receive the grandmaster's reply. After she sent the message, she was about to head toward the mailroom to pick up the package when she received an instantaneous reply from the grandmaster.

Grandmaster of Astral Nova: "Everything in Astral Nova's collection is not for trade."

Grandmaster of Astral Nova: "That is, unless…"

Hera waited for a while, yet the grandmaster never texted her back.

Shadow: "Unless what?"

But the grandmaster didn't respond to her at all.

So, Hera put her phone away and dropped Katie, her duty roster partner, a message. Then, she made her way toward the mailroom on her own.

…

Zyler exited the mailroom after collecting his parcel. He happened to spot Hera walking toward him in the corridor. His expression fell slightly, thinking that Hera must be stalking him.

Then, he strode toward Hera to block her way. "What the hell are you up to this time?"

Hera shot Zyler a cold glance, her brows scrunching into an annoyed frown. "Why are you everywhere?"

"Hah! You're the one stalking me here! Why would you ask such a question?"

Zyler chuckled coldly. "You think you can get my attention just by playing hard to get after convincing Christopher to alienate me?"

"Narcissism is a form of mental illness. I suggest you go get yourself checked into the psychiatric department. Now, get lost," Hera shot back icily.