Novel & Cerita Fake Heiress's A Pet-speaking Detective

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

“The girl.” My heart pounded violently in my chest. “I could’ve reported her,” Ms. Odessa said with a shrug. “But instead, I made a deal. I promised to get rid of the baby in exchange for money.” She smiled again. “And Aunt Lucy paid generously.” I clenched my hands at my sides. “Before I left with the baby, I did my research,” she said. “I wanted to know who I was really dealing with. That’s when I found out the mother wasn’t just anyone. She was Mrs. Harrison—wife to one of the wealthiest men in Dubai.”

"Simon, you're back! Hurry and try this. I made it especially for you. See if it tastes good." I stood where I was, pretending not to see her eager expression. Because of being switched at birth in childhood, Claire—like children who grew up poor—was skilled at all kinds of housework. Cooking, in particular, was her specialty. In the seven years we were together, I once asked her with great anticipation, on my birthday, to personally make me a birthday cake.

"Our vehicle has arrived, Princess." Emily froze seeing Cayden's hand stretched towards her. After pondering for a moment, she finally put her finger there. "I can't do anything stupid or embarrassing anymore. I am Emily Harper, the genius and reliable Savior heiress. I have to show them the real me—confident and brave," she thought. With her head held high and her steps steady, Emily walked beside Cayden's wheelchair. Orion happily carried her suitcase. He was secretly impatient. In a moment, there would be something funny to tell Louis.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

Her brown hair is streaked with silver and gathered into a bun and her intelligent, shrewd eyes peer at me throw her glasses. "She knows Kaiden Nikolaou", Lannister states. "Okay, know is a stretch. I only said his name. But judging from your reactions, he seems like a big deal." I quip. "Cassidy Perez, head detective", she says as she comes out from behind her desk. She stops in front of me and extends her hand for a handshake. "Well I'm glad someone has some manners around here." I joke, giving her a handshake. "Daisy Jones"

Damien growled in reply, his fists clenched in fury. “Now, hold on detective.”Liam said quickly, stepping in between the men, because it looked like Damien was going to bash the detective’s head in, “Miss Lana Fernandez is the heiress to the Fernandez Empire and a respectable member of the society, as CEO of ALLURE. She’s currently holding a contract with MAGIC which is quite important to her.” He arched an eyebrow in question, “Why on earth would she elope with Ludovic when she has so many things to be responsible for?”

What was that really? "But Mr. Harrison brought them too many proofs that Vico's DNA sample and the said girl they were eyeing as Victorina Aurora's DNA sample matches in the highest percentage written right there. That means it's the heiress and they have found her already." Once again, senora turned somewhere and walked into her wide room. Her glowing eyes keep on jumping everywhere which makes her think that her mind was running somewhere far. "But because you told me that the heiress is very alive and actually has a new job, then I would give you my belief instead of the drama that that greedy family has been cooking. You were telling me the truth, right, hija?"

The private investigator's name has to stay secret, or this crazy, dangerous man will kill him with the snap of his finger. I glared at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Or maybe you forgot who I am, I am Cattleya Sullivan, the heiress! So, if you do something to me, you’re going to jail…” He slammed on the brakes abruptly, causing me to gasp in shock as I lurched forward.