The True Heiress's Return

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Shakira sent a question mark. Benji replied, (Shakira, I really didn't know Fiona was so bold to run to the villa and provoke you like that. I would have never let her into the company if I had known.J

Who would have guessed Fiona would go around saying she got in through Walter's connections? Now Walter wants to get rid of her, and maybe me too.]

Thinking about those miserable months sent off to the northeast, Benji decided to ask Shakira for help this time. Otherwise, he might get sent to the Abyssal Rift of Zulutha next time. Shakira sighed: I know, it's not your fault. I'll have a word with Walter.]

Benji sent several crying emojis: [Shakira, whether I get out of this alive is up to you.]

Shakira's lips twitched despite herself. While everyone was distracted by Benji, Shakira checked the time and told Xanthe and the others, "I need to head home early. You guys have fun."

She turned to Larry, "Could you help take Xanthe and Rachel home later?"

Larry nodded earnestly. "Sure, I will."

Rachel was surprised. "Shakira, it's only eight-thirty."

Shakira gathered her things. "Sorry, but we turn in by ten at my house."

Rachel's round eyes widened in shock. Xanthe took a big sip of her sweet cocktail, wiped her mouth, and chuckled, "You don't understand. She's kept on a tight leash by her boyfriend at home." "Oh. Shakira has a boyfriend," Rachel said with her talking pen in surprise.

Being a reliable best friend, Xanthe didn't spill any more secrets and continued sipping her drink. She thought, 'So sweet and delicious.

Shakira quietly went away from the quieter side of the grass field. Glancing at the Maybach across the artificial lake, Shakira smiled happily.

Just as she walked around a bush, a middle-aged man with a big belly appeared, rustling through the underbrush.

Smelling of strong alcohol, he stared at Shakira's face for a while and then chuckled, "Are you the new intern that Charles praised?"

Watching him stagger towards her, Shakira frowned, "And you are...?"

"The most important project under Charles's supervision is approved by me. So, who do you think I am?" the man asked. Shakira noticed his obviously smug expression and smiled slightly, "The project manager, Ted." Ted's smile grew wider, "Such a smart girl. No wonder Charles has praised you so much."

He walked to Shakira and was less than an arm's length away from her. Ted's heart was stirred by her beautiful, exquisite face, now more alluring than ever.

"Smart girl, since you're so clever, you should know how to make choices that will let you get promoted..." As speaking, he smiled and reached his hand towards Shakira's chest.

Shakira's eyes turned icy cold as she was about to make a move when suddenly, a bright light flashed around her. She squinted slightly, and the interruption left Ted baffled, causing him to turn his head in confusion.

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The next moment, the Maybach with its headlights on roared to life, speeding across the grass straight towards Ted.

Ted, half-drunk, suddenly snapped awake in fear. His feet moved faster than his brain, and he ran frantically to the side.

But the high-performance Maybach quickly changed direction, continuing to chase after him.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Ted ran under a large tree, trapped by waist-high thorn bushes on both sides, with nowhere to escape. "No! Help! Somebody help!" he shouted.

The Maybach shot forward like an arrow while he screamed and clutched his head, hitting the target precisely.

With the loud noise of tires screeching on the grass, Ted opened his sweat-drenched eyes and found the hood of the Maybach just inches from his knees.

Ted's legs gave way, causing him to fall to his knees on the car's hood.

The glaring white headlights illuminated an angry and authoritative man seated in the back of the Maybach. He seemed like a demon from hell, with chilly eyes gazing at Ted as if he were a corpse.

Cold sweat from fear trickled down Ted's back; tears and snot unintentionally streamed down his face, and his legs felt an unsettling chill.

"Mr. Lopez!" He couldn't fathom what he had done wrong to provoke this man so much that he nearly got run over by a car.

He couldn't figure out any reason, and just then, Shakira walked over. She quietly glanced at Ted, who was scared to death and noticed the dark stains between his legs, frowning with disdain. Before Ted could speak, Brian, sitting in the passenger seat, had already gotten out of the car.

He respectfully lowered his head to Shakira, took the reusable bag from her hand, and opened the car door for her.

Seeing Brian, a top aide in the company, do these things for Shakira, Ted thought of something terrifying.

Shakira got into the car with her head down, while Walter pulled her into his arms from where she was sitting at the edge. It was an act of asserting authority.

Ted was so shocked that he raised his hand and slapped his face. "Damn it. I'm so stupid. I got drunk and disrespected Mr. Lopez's girlfriend. I made a horrible mistake."

Inside the car, Walter's cold, deep voice came out. "Yes, you did."

Ted's massive body trembled, and with a bitter expression, he didn't dare to move.

Shakira was worried he'd cause a scene and alert everyone at the company. She whispered, "Let's head back. He didn't even touch me, and he's all dirty now..." Walter gently squeezed her finger and said casually, "If he had touched you, he'd be a goner by now."

Ted thought, "Thank goodness! My arms were too short to reach her.

Walter didn't say another word, and Brian turned around to get in the car. Just before leaving, he glanced at Ted and said, "HR will contact you tomorrow." They drove the Maybach smoothly backed up and drove away.

It took Ted quite a while to process everything, then he dropped to his knees on the grass.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. When he answered, it was Quincy eagerly asking, "Ted, did you get her? Didn't I set you up with a nice girl this time?" 17:01 Thu. Nov 28

Ted's chest heaved wiffrang "Idiot! Quincy, you almost got me killed!"

Looking out from the car, the streetlights outside flickered between bright and dim.

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Shakira looked at his striking face, handsome whether he was in the light or dark. A thought crossed her mind, and she leaned forward to plant a kiss on Walter's cheek. Walter was caught off guard and looked at her deeply. He moved the siding, leaning towards her. Shakira quickly conceded. "Hey, hold on. I just wanted a quick kiss." Walter's words were lost as they kissed. "Well, I want a quick kiss o

Shakira couldn't talk and thought, "This isn't just a quick kiss; it a deep one.