All Chapters of Revenge Of The Real Heiress : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

“What’s going on?” Norah was startled.Lucas tried to comfort her, “Stay In the room. I go take a look.”He felt quite aggrieved himself. The Watson family had once held the title of the wealthiest in the region, with a legion of bodyguards serving them. However, he had to dismiss most of them recently.Now, the sprawling villa had only a handful of bodyguards around. Their numbers were insufficient to respond effectively or provide any real protection in an emergency. That was how their door was forcibly taken down.When Lucas rushed out, he was greeted by a large mob, their faces vaguely familiar. Recognizing them, he furrowed his brows together and asked in an icy tone, “What’s the meaning of this?”The leading trespasser demanded, “Lucas Watson, hand over the map right now!”“What map? I’ve already donated it! If you want it, you should’ve gone to the auction! Don’t harass me for the map just because you’re too broke to outbid the others!” Lucas retorted controlling his urge to cu

“Get out!” Lucas roared with all his strength.Under the threat of his intimidating sword swings, the trespassers reluctantly turned and fled.Once they were gone, he finally let out a sigh of relief, setting the sword aside and slumping on the floor.Norah remained in shock, muttering to herself, “How could it be a fake? I put that map in the box myself and locked it with my own hands….If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have resorted to such an underhanded tactic. Now, I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. It would’ve been better to just return it to Mr. Russell right from the start.. It’s all my fault… I was too arrogant."Norah covered her mouth and continued muttering to herself. The earlier chaos had shaken her deeply.Despite the blood running down his head, Lucas tried to comfort his wife, “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. My greed brought this upon us. I dragged you and our daughter into this mess…”At the mention of their daughter, Norah jolted and asked, “Wher

After falling from their pedestal overnight, the cracks in the Watson family’s unity began to show in every aspect of their lives.Gone were the days of luxury, where their needs were provided at their beck and call. There were no more maids at their service, nor were there grand displays of status when they walked out.Having to deal with such frustrations, Isabelle's temper grew worse by the day. Slowly, she stopped pretending to be the sweet, obedient girl.She used to be thrilled about driving out Elisa, the true heiress, smugly dreaming of taking everything the Watson family had. But now, all her schemes had failed miserably, leaving her back at square one.She slammed the door so hard that it echoed through the house. As she stared at the house that was several times smaller than her previous one, her fury only deepened. This place wasn’t even as large as the bathroom of her old bedroom!From outside the door, Norah tried to coax her, speaking softly, “just bear with it for now.

Henry roared in fury, throwing another punch aimed straight for the man’s temple. If this hit landed, it would be a guaranteed kill,The crowd around them had grown. Some bystanders were even recording with their phones, eager for some drama to post online. If Henry killed the guy, he’d be facing serious consequences himself.In a split–second decision, Elisa flicked the middle–aged man in the side, causing him to stumble, Henry punch veered off course, smashing into the man’s nose Instead.The sound of breaking bone was unmistakable.Blood gushed from the man’s nose as he let out a scream and collapsed. His nose was clearly done for, but at least he wasn’t dead.Henry turned, his eyes blazing. When he saw it was Elisa, the veins on his hand bulged as he clenched his fist. It took every ounce of his self–control not to hit her.“Move,” he growled out one cold and menacing wood,Behind him, his driver stepped forward as he was unable to hold back. The man gently tugged on Elisa's sleev

In the face of overwhelming strength, every attempt at sneaky ambushes seemed utterly ridiculous.The most annoying thing, however, was the enormous spotlight overhead. It darted around, blinding anyone it targeted, making it nearly impossible to see clearly. The abandoned fireworks factory glowed so brightly from the outside that even its walls appeared faintly translucent.Henry was desperate to find Iris and kept trying to push forward. But that relentless spotlight followed his every move, sweeping across the factory floor as more attackers emerged from the shadows, armed and ready.Damien wasn’t immune to the harsh place, squinting as the intense light bumed his vision. Yet his movements remained calculated and calm. He picked up a metal pipe from the ground and hurled it at the spotlight with brutal precision.The shattering sound echoed loudly as the spotlight exploded into darkness. For a moment, the factory was plunged into shadowy stillness.Then, anotherlight flickered on f