All Chapters of Revenge Of The Real Heiress : Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

“you could’ve just said that earlier. Instead, you dragged it out with all that posturing, wasting everyone’s time." Elisa replied, quickly followed by a much softer, “Moron” Elisa had never been able to stomach Pete, and after everything that had unfolded today–with one calamity after another–her patience was at an all–time low. So, she didn’t hold back in delivering her trademark sharp–edged sarcasm. Those present, with sharp ears and quicker reflexes, clearly caught the unsavory insult that followed her words. Pete, the target of the insult, showed no signs of anger. If anything, he looked slightly resigned. His usual smirk was intact, and there was a faint air of indulgence around him as though he was letting it slide. But perhaps stung by her words, Pete didn’t beat about the bush this time. He got straight to the point. “Elisa, you're a sharp one. I’m sure you’ve realized by now that you’ve been infected with a venomous creature. Once it’s activated, it’ll control your mind

Pete hesitated briefly, seemingly struggling to figure out what to say. After some time, he finally responded, “You'll understand when you see it for yourself. All I can tell you is this– it's a place that absolutely can’t fall into the hands of others. It’s a place everyone dreams of possessing for themselves” A paradise lined with gold? A land of untold treasures?Elisa immediately lost interest. Any curiosity she had was fleeting, barely enough to keep her engaged. For her, the only thing that mattered about the island was finding a Heart Eater to save Maurice.The deal was tentatively set. They agreed to depart in three days. Elisa glanced at Pete, who immediately motioned for the robed man to act. Begrudgingly, the robed figure worked to temporarily suppress the Heart Eater’s torment of Maurice.“This will only last five days,” the robed man warned, his tone curt and impatient. If you don’t find another Heart Eater from the same source within that time, he’s as good as dead.” El

Pete struggled to look at the robed man, his voice hoarse as he whispered, “Sir, I’ve done my best. The rest is up to you. What I handed you just now are two C4, explosives. Use them wisely. If you can’t hold out, blow open an escape route and get yourself out of here. Don’t worry about me...”The robed man was momentarily moved.He hadn't expected Pete to hand over their last – ditch lifeline. For a moment, the cold and calculating man faltered.The robed man nodded solemnly, his voice low but resolute as he said, “Don’t worry. I’ll come back for you.” Pete forced a faint smile, weakly nodding “I believe you.”The robed man gripped one of the C4 explosives, molding it into an irregular shape as he scanned his surroundings. While holding off the advancing agents, he steadily made his way toward the wrecked SUV.The Special Operations Unit team was mindful of their orders to take the suspect alive. Their attacks, though relentless, were measured and non–lethal, hoping to wear the robe

The surgery was a success, and Imogen was transferted to the ICU, she would need 24 hours of observation, and if she passed this critical period with stable vitals, she would be moved to a regulat ward.Damien changed his clothes and went in to check on her. Imogen’s eyes were closed, her face pale from the blood loss, but her breathing was steady. The machines beside her were functioning normally, and all the readings were stable. She was officially out of danger.After arranging for staff and medical personnel to care for her attentively, Damien left the ICU.Outside, Stanley was typing on his phone with his head down. Noticing Damien's approach, he quickly shoved the phone into his pocket and greeted him respectfully. “Mr. Russell.”Damien gave him a brief glance and asked, “Who were you messaging?” “N–No one” Stanley replied, his face unreadable. “It’s just some reports from the subordinates regarding the Special Operations Unit’s two recent captures. One is wrapped in a black ro

Elisa couldn’t help but laugh, not knowing whether Damien was joking or being serious.But when she glanced at him, all she saw was his flawless side profile. His sharp jawline, high nose, and thin lips gave him an air of untouchable perfection. His slender neck disappeared into the collar of his shirt, and under the arc of shadows, only his pronounced Adam’s apple was visible.There wasn’t a trace of humor on his face. He was dead serious.Elisa's smile slowly faded, replaced with a look of resigned indulgence. She said softly, “Today’s the weekend. The city clerk’s office isn’t open. Let’s wait until next week, alright?Damien responded, “Today. Right now, I’ll have them come back to work. It’s just a simple process. It won’t take long.”Ofcourse, this was exactly the kind of thing Damien would do.Elisa wasn’t unwilling. It just felt too rushed. Everything was happening too fast. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to marry Damien. If getting officially married tight now would give him