Under the Heiress' Facade

Chapter 196

"Call me Hera. Remember to abide by the NDA's clauses," Hera reminded Leon.

Leon nodded in response.

Bernard, who lagged behind the pair, watched as they spoke in hushed tones without bothering to wait for him. An icy expression could be seen on his face.

He had just warned Christopher a few days ago. Now, another love rival came into the fray.

Why did Hera have so many admirers?

Bernard looked down at the stones on the path. He kicked one of the stones on purpose, causing it to smash into another stone loudly.

Hera turned around to look at Bernard once she heard the odd sound. He could be seen standing in front of a bigger stone while gazing back at her. "Sweetie, my leg hurts."

Hera was rendered speechless as a result.

Bernard shouldn't have followed her and Leon to the set location if his injury was acting up.

The thing was, Hera had a feeling that Bernard did it on purpose. But she couldn't just ignore his plight like a cold-blooded monster. So, she could only approach him and steady him as he walked.

Now that his little plan worked, Bernard shot another icy glance in Leon's direction.

Of course, Leon was flabbergasted when he noticed the glance.

Bernard was sly. Leon had to give him that.

After traveling for another hundred feet, the group could see a group filming something on the beach from a distance away.

Behind the set location, there was a large parasol in place. Four assistants could be seen tending to a man who was reclining on a chaise lounge chair.

They served him water, dabbed sweat off his face, and even fanned him continuously. It was as though they were serving a king instead of a movie star.

Leon led Hera and Bernard to the assistants. One of them spotted him and quickly greeted him before making way for him.

The man reclining on the chaise lounge chair had biracial roots. When he heard Leon's name being called out, he opened his beautiful ocean-blue eyes immediately.

Hera could recognize the man. It was Damian Slate, a famous movie star. Advertisements and billboards featuring him were plastered everywhere in Norburgh.

"Babe, where did you go just now?" Damian reached out to take Leon's hand.

"I found you a doctor." Leon shook Damian's hand off before stepping to the side.

Damian looked at the pair standing behind Leon. The man emitted a cold and regal-like bearing, whereas the girl looked like a cold and aloof fairy. Based on appearances alone, neither of them seemed like doctors.

Bernard was sizing Damian up as well. He was secretly relieved that Hera wasn't interested in celebrities and movie stars.

But based on Leon and Damian's interactions, Bernard had a feeling that those two weren't just regular friends. He secretly heaved a sigh of relief at the discovery.

Since Leon wasn't Hera's admirer, Bernard lowered his guard around him.

Hera glanced at Damian. The light makeup on his face did little to conceal the deep-rooted exhaustion.

She took a step forward before saying, "Take off your shirt."

It took Bernard a full second to realize what Hera had just said.

"Hang on." A burly assistant stopped Hera immediately. "Do you have a medical license?"

That girl was still a minor, right?

Damian's health was very precious. How could anyone just waltz in and offer to treat him? If something were to happen to Damian, no one in the crew could afford to take the responsibility.

Leon mumbled something into Damian's ear, who then said, "Weston, step aside."

After that, Damian took off his shirt without caring about the people looking at him at the moment. His tanned and toned upper body was instantly revealed.

Weston Allum, on the other hand, was a little hesitant. But since Damian had already issued his order, he could only do what he was told.

Hera approached Damian beforeCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

crouching down to spread out her acupuncture kit on the beach. She withdrew a silver needle and dug out a lighter before running the flame under the needle for a few

moments. After that, she inserted it into Damian's diaphragm point.

Weston frowned deeply when he saw the treatment.

The beach was an insanely filthy place; to think that the female doctor was bold enough to place her kit on the ground right away.

Also, didn't she need to sanitize the needles with alcohol before issuing the treatment?

What if the needle carried some sort of disease? After all, it was plunged right into Damian's body without alcohol sterilization!

Weston grew anxious as he watched the girl administering the treatment. However, he dared not say anything because he could feel a strong bearing coming from the side.

He snuck a glance in that particular direction. It turned out that the man who came along with the doctor was the one emitting such a powerful air.

Bernard watched as Hera pressed

down on Damian's body multiple times to search for a suitable acupuncture point. After that, she plunged another needle into said point. The process was theno repeated a few times.

The frown on his face was so deep that one might think he was born with it.

No matter how displeased he was, he made no move to stop Hera.

15 minutes later, Hera removed the silver needles. By then, Damian looked a lot better than before.

"Bo-Hera, thank you so much! Let me treat you guys to dinner tonight!" Leon gushed happily.

"There's no need for that," Bernard replied coldly.

Then, he showed Damian his bank account number. "That'll be a million dollars. Please pay up."