Under the Heiress' Facade

“Hera knocked you out and sent you to Mr. Gallagher’s bed?” James asked angrily. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

James suddenly realized something, and his anger rose. “Didn’t you say Hera would just be accompanying him for drinks? How did it turn into something like sleeping with him!

It was only then that Giselle realized she had accidentally Jet it slip.

Originally, when she suggested to James that Hera accompany Michael for drinks to secure the investment, she portrayed it as a purely innocent gesture. That was the only reason James agreed to it.

It didn’t mean he was a good person,

James just cared too much about his reputation. Even if he disliked Hera, he wouldn’t openly send her to someone else’s bed, inviting gossip.

“It’s. Hera. She deliberately seduced Mr. Gallagher, just like she flirted with the delinquents before. I went to stop her, but she outsmarted me,” Giselle explained hastily.

James raised his hand and slapped her

Giselle was thrown against the car window by the force of the blow, and a handprint immediately appeared on her cheek.

“Even if Hera is cunning, why would she suddenly target you for no reason? James gritted his teeth.

“She_She_II._” Giselle was afraid that the more she explained, the closer he would get to the truth, so she stopped explaining. Instead, she covered her face and cried.

She had failed miserably and nearly implicated her own innocence. She caused a scene at the police station, embarrassing James in public. It was only natural that he vented his anger on her.

He was already infuriated, and now her crying only made him more frustrated and confused

He let out a low growl. “Enough! Stop crying I’ll have Johnny find someone to retract the news that was sent out. As a precaution, you’d better inform Zyler to prevent the company’s final business from falling apart ”

“Yes,” Giselle choked out the word.

“But don’t think things are over just like this. Mr. Gallagher’s investment fell through, and the company’s finances are tight, so I’ll have someone put the house in Westin on the market through an agency tomorrow.” James said

The house in Westin was one of the dowries James had prepared for Giselle, with a market value of five million dollars..

Giselle felt a pang of heartache but dared not refuse. She was so angry that her nails dug into her flesh..

In Presidential Suite 8888 on the top floor of the Imperial Hotel, a loud splash was heard.

A large hand pulled Hera out of the bathtub.

“Who let you in!” She shivered from the cold and didn’t know when Bemard had barged

She didn’t want him to see her in such a miserable state.

“If I hadn’t come in, you would’ve drowned yourself!”

Bernard looked at her, his gaze mixed with annoyance and concern.

Her face was pale from the cold, her lips were devoid of color, and her long black hair was clinging to her face, making her look even paler.

Droplets of water from her hair flowed down her fair and delicate neck, soaking her light gray school uniform in the bathtub

When she drank that glass of juice, she had already numbed her senses in advance.

But she didn’t expect the effects of the drug to be even stronger than she had anticipated.

Unfortunately, she happened to bump into Bernard when she escaped from the room.

“Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Bernard asked.

Herashook her head.

He bent down and Fitted her out of the bathtub.

Hera’s heart skipped a beat, and she remembered her mentor saying that men were always up to no good. She felt a little flustered