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It was a warning. While Cassandra sat beside me, busy tapping on her phone to book the flight, she suddenly paused. Her lips curled into a small smile, then a quiet giggle escaped her. “You might want to see this,” Cassandra said. I glanced at her briefly, irritation already written across my face. “I’m driving,” I snapped. “Just tell me what it is.” Cassandra turned her phone slightly toward me, though she knew I couldn’t look properly. “It’s a headline,” she said, excitement creeping into her voice. “The Harrison family’s missing daughter. They just made it public. There’s a reward involved too.”

"What are you talking about—" "I see the way everybody looks at you, and I know you enjoy the attention and everything. You have a reputation, Alex, and I'm sure you know that. I know I shouldn't be asking you this, I probably don't matter, after all I am nothing more than a property—" Heather paused to sniffle back tears. Her body was trembling, her words felt deeper than anything she's ever said before. "Those ladies are wealthy.... they're better...looking than I am. I can't help you in anyway, I just want to know how much time I have before you leave me for one of them—"

“Stay away. All the catty witches will start fighting over them. Sit back and let the competition take themselves out. Those two will take any women mixed up with them down when they fall. They are trouble on two or four legs. Sexy trouble, but trouble.” Heather’s words annoyed Rose. Heather was always a little jealous. She was the daughter of the Rolling Meadows Pack Healer. Rose knew Heather didn’t believe she belonged. She believed her father’s position made her less than, but they didn’t care. So, Amber had to drag Heather to these events.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

Heather’s straightforward attitude was almost nerve wracking, especially for Blake’s subordinates. The flabbergasted look on their faces elicited from her a satisfied smile. “This is also why Director Blake has been travelling to Europe. However, as a family who have our roots in Bradfort City, of course the Langstons would like to improve our century-old company.” The ups and downs in Heather’s words left them hanging. It was as if they were on a roller-coaster ride, and Heather might surprise them with anything at the next instant. “I have a doctorate in economics in which I achieved outstanding performances in both its theoretical and practical aspects.” The look she wore when she was non

She paused, biting into her chicken, “I don’t know Robert, why don’t you check on your daughter, she’d really appreciate that her father is showing up for her instead of channeling that care at Esther and her spoiled brat daughter.” I rolled my eyes, it was better to ignore her, or this would never end, and for some reason, she enjoyed the banter while it wore me out. Gianna has always been like this, I think old age worsened it or maybe I was too distracted by her sexy body to notice. “Esther had an accident today,” “Oh,” she didn’t seem surprised, it was as though she already knew. “How’s she?” Hudson asked. “She doesn’t look too good.”

“I am preventing escalation. Silverveil harbors what is ours. Silverveil has interfered with our internal structure. Silverveil—” “Silverveil protected a hunted wolf and an injured woman who were bleeding on our porch when you left them to rot,” Heather said, bright and vicious. Eyes snapped to her. Heather smiled sweetly, like she wasn’t holding a blade behind that smile. She tilted her head, braid slipping over her shoulder. “Hi,” she chirped. “Heather of Silverveil. You might remember me from such performances as ‘try that again and I’ll make you swallow your teeth.’ Just wanted to introduce myself, since we’re all being so polite.”

' A sour mood was brewing inside him. ♧♧♧ NAME: Heather SKILLS: Fainting

“That’s right. No matter what kind of life you had in the Whitmore family, from now on, in the Caldwell family, no one gets to step over you.” Heather came over as well, her tone gentle. “Anna, I’m really sorry. Don’t take it to heart. I’ll teach that girl properly later.” Nicholas looked displeased. “She really does need discipline. If people see the future Caldwell daughter in law behaving like that, I’d be embarrassed to show my face.” “Enough.” Heather shot him a look. “Anna’s right here.” Anna pretended not to hear. Her plan was already more than halfway successful. Lily had always wanted to take everything from her.