The True Heiress's Return

Walter looked at her with a knowing expression, "How do you feel about asking Matthew to treat me

Shakira was confused. Isn't that a normal thing to do? What's there to consider? Wait... Her lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Are you worried someone will replace me and make me angry?"

Walter frowned. Although that wasn't his initial thought, it could make sense to explain it that way. But the word 'worried- he scoffed at it. Why would I be worried about Shakira? Still, he didn't refute her; he somewhat accepted that notion. Shakira's smile deepened, nearly crooked now, "Hey, if someone can help lighten my load, I'd be thrilled!" After all, I can't exactly say that I'm not sure myself; so Lasked the old man for help, right?" Walter narrowed his eyes at her for a moment before sneering coldly, "Shakira, you're trying to dodge responsibility"

Shakira's eyes widened, almost bursting out with a curse. "I am not!" Realizing the dangerous gaze Walter was locking onto her, she quickly backtracked, trying to please him, Tm just happy for you! Even though I'd love to help you heal your leg myself, if there's a more skilled expert who can get you back on your feet sooner, I'd be really happy!"

Walter stared at her intensely. "You'd better remember this: you owe me. If you don't treat my leg, you have to stick around to make it up to me

Shakira nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, you're right, Mr. Lopez Typical capitalist, not letting even a bit of lettuce go to waste. Once I'm done with what I need to do, you think you can find me again? Not a chance! She quickly found an excuse and made a hasty exit. Walter watched her flee like she was being chased by a dog, silently scoffing. He was about to maneuver his wheelchair when his wrist accidentally brushed against his knee, triggering a reflex. He froze, realizing he hadn't felt anything for a long time, Even the slightest change had never happened, during his six months of treatment! Walter pressed his palm against his knee." a rare look of joy appearing on his face.

"Yvette, please help us! Save the Smith family! We just need 2 million, Yvette, just 2 million! If I don't pay them back soon, they really will cut off my hand

The Smith family was in a frenzy after a mix of anger and helplessness. Lago was desperate, determined to secure the project he had his eyes set on. After borrowing tens of millions, he immediately bought a luxury car, several antiques, and even ordered a pool full of koi worth over a million! What he thought would be a rise to success had all shattered into pieces. overnight! Now, looking at the ever-increasing interest rates and hearing about the thugs showing up at his door after his failed bids, Lago was scrambling to borrow money, trying to patch the hole he'd dug for himself. Despite his desperate pleas and bending over backward to beg everyone, no one was willing to help! Even the antique vase he bought for millions had no buyers! Not even a pawn shop would take it!

"Mr. Smith, it's not that I don't want your antique vase, but... think about who you've upset recently. Nobody is going to take your stuff off your hands anytime soon, except maybe your family!"

Lago was on the brink of madness. Which bastard is plotting against me in the shadows? It must be one of those competitors who can't compete fairly and hides behind backhanded tricks! I need to pull myself together; I can still make it big again and crush those lowlifes!' With no other choice, Lago called Yvette back, begging her with tears.

Yvette looked at Lago with disgust. He was a mess, eyes ringed with dark circles and stubbly facial hair. 'Remember how the Nelson family was struggling? Cody and Finn still managed to keep their composure. Rural folk, no matter how much money they made, would never compare to those raised in nobility 08-24 Wed, Oct 23

Yvette pushed his hand away, "2 million? You can kill me, but I can't give you that much!"

"Dad knows you're broke, but Cody, Finn, and the others have money!" Lago's eyes sparkled with greed. "You've got five brothers who give you pocket money every year. Those jewelry and luxury items must add up! Yvette, you have to help me! Otherwise, they really, really will cut off my hand!"

When Yvette heard Lago say this, it felt like a fairy tale. Am I out of my mind? That's my own money, my savings from all these years! Why should I just give it to Lago? No way!"

"Absolutely not!" Yvette shot back firmly, noticing Lago's face twist in distress. She quickly put on a pitiful look. "Dad, you know Shakira's always watching me, just waiting for a chance to put me down, right? Remember when the Nelson family had a crisis? I didn't sell off any of their gifts for cash. If they find out I sold their presents to give you money, what would they think of me? They won't be nice to me anymore! And I still want to help the Smith family with some things; will I even have that chance?"

As she spoke, Yvette began to tear up, feeling heartbroken and helpless. "I want to help you, seeing you like this hurts me too, but what can I do? This all happened because of Shakira! If she hadn't jumped in and told Mitchell and Finn not to bid. Finn would have sent someone to follow Shakira and found out about you!" Tears streamed down her face. "Now Mitchell and Finn are both siding with Shakira. I'm already so upset, and you're still pushing me like this..."Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Lago listened, his expression darkening inch by inch. "Yeah, it's all Shakira's fault! That little witch has ruined everything for

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"Right... Dad, if you really need my help. I'll do whatever you say. You're my biological father, without you, there wouldn't be a Yvette today! If you want me to sell everything, just say the word. I don't care what the Nelson family thinks of me or the consequences-Ill go all out!"