Todos los capítulos de Revenge Of The Real Heiress : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The group of students scattered like birds and beasts, and the alley returned to silence.Elisa, who was around the corner, rubbed her ears. She had heard everything that happened and was somewhat surprised that Arnold would help her.However, she still didn't think that he was up to any good.Elisa pursed her lips and turned to leave.Inside the small house, steaming dishes were already laid out on the table. Macey was pouring tea and, hearing footsteps, looked over her shoulder to ask, "Where's the guest? Why isn't he here?""Oh, he said he had something to attend to and wouldn't be coming," Elisa replied without changing her expression.Although Macey was slightly disappointed, she didn't doubt Elisa's words and could only say, "Alright, let's eat by ourselves!""Yes!"Just as Elisa picked up her cutlery and was about to eat, she suddenly felt a gust of wind sweep in. It was followed by the casual entrance of a tall figure. It was Arnold.Macey's face lit up with joy as she warmly

In her room, Elisa lay on her bed. She was wide awake after her dream and was unable to sleep again.Hearing the puppy barking so excitedly, she threw on a jacket and slipped on her shoes before opening the door to see what was happening. She was worried Serena might have come for revenge in the middle of the night. What if she set fire to the place? But Elisa never expected that the moment she stepped outside, she would see a tall, striking figure that seemed completely out of place in the village. He radiated a cold, oppressive air of authority.Under the moonlight, that enchanting face was mesmerizing-almost otherworldly.Elisa's eyes widened in disbelief as she recognized Damien standing there.In an instant, the intimate scenes from that sultry night flooded her mind-the fervent collision, the intense longing. It had felt like a dazzling fireworks display.Elisa quickly hit the brakes on her thoughts, unwilling to dive deeper.In the yard, Damien held the puppy by the scruff of i

As Elisa rushed closer, she quickly recognized the familiar license plate of the black luxury car that was hanging dangerously over the edge of the cliff. It was a vehicle from the Watson family!This meant that the person trapped inside was none other than Isabelle.Just as that thought crossed her mind, she heard Isabelle's terrified voice from inside the car. "Arnie, help me! Save me!"Arnold was also in a state of panic.Last night, he received news that Isabelle had come to Alverton, and he felt an overwhelming sense of annoyance.He was already here on a mission from Charles and had been growing increasingly frustrated with Isabelle's nearly suffocating presence. She seemed to follow him everywhere, like a piece of gum stuck to his shoe that he couldn't get rid of.He might have shown a hint of indifference and impatience during their phone call. Isabelle, emotional as she was, started crying uncontrollably.Feeling irritated by her cries, Arnold ended the call abruptly.When da

Fifteen minutes later, the road leading to Alverton echoed with the loud roar of a sports car. At first, the villagers were puzzled, thinking another outsider had arrived. However, when the car door swung open and a flamboyant figure stepped out, the onlookers exchanged glances and promptly turned to leave as if trying to avoid something filthy. The figure was Shawn.When the Watson family still lived in Alverton, Shawn had a notorious reputation for petty theft and mischief. He was caught harassing young ladies and married women by the river multiple times, often leading to confrontations. Yet Robert and Olivia, his parents, were utterly shameless. They not only failed to get any justice but were also experts at turning the tables and blaming others.Over time, his name became synonymous with disgrace. Naturally, the villagers preferred to keep their distance whenever he appeared.Seeing him now, they were quick to steer clear.Shawn returned to the village in a high-profile manner,

Arnold's expression darkened. As the young heir of the Gray family, he always had bodyguards when he went out, drivers when he needed them, and even a private jet for special trips. He was used to a life of luxury and had never done heavy lifting like this before. But Elisa had tossed the bags to him and continued up the trail without a second glance. The others in the group were already ahead. Arnold gritted his teeth and reluctantly picked up the two heavy bags to catch up with the group. They were heavier than he had expected.He contemplated handing them back to Elisa, but after seeing how her slender arms had carried the bags for half of the trail, he decided to carry them himself-perhaps out of chivalry or other reasons.As he turned to rejoin the group, he heard a rustling in the grass nearby. He looked over but saw nothing unusual, so he shrugged it off.Once the group was far enough ahead, the bushes stirred again. Shawn tumbled out, sighing with relief. That was close. He wa