Jaxon was spooked, no doubt about it.
He glared at the unexpected guests. "Who the heck are you, barging into my place?"
They ignored him, lining up in front of me like I was the queen or something.
I brushed past Jaxon, my sketches in hand.
"You can't go!" Jaxon was desperate, trying to grab me.
The bodyguards piled on him, holding him back.
"Miss, this guy—"
"Miss? Yuliana, what's the deal? They've got the wrong person, right? Why are they calling you miss?"
Jaxon struggled in vain, finally yelling in frustration, "Yuliana, what are you doing?"
Without looking back, I murmured, "That woman today, she said something that really hit home. If I hadn't been so blindly stubborn, you wouldn't even have had a chance to get a glimpse of me."
It took a moment, but Jaxon's slow-on-the-uptake brain finally got it.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the one and only heiress of the Jensen family, Yuliana."
Jaxon was floored. "You're Ms. Jensen? However, Sarah—
"Wait, that's not right. Your last na
