Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks

Recently, everyone who came to deliver food to Lydia had been like this. The security guards at the door were used to it and didn't pay much attention.

Lydia had already opened her eyes and sat up, looking at the person in front of her.

Crow tossed his hair at her and pulled something out from under his skirt, placing it under the bed before turning and walking out the door.

Hearing the familiar sound of a chain being wound from outside the door, Lydia slowly got out of bed with the note in her hand and walked to the spot under the bed where Crow had thrown something.

She squatted down and stood up again. In her hand was a dagger that looked extremely sharp.

The words on the dagger should have been engraved by Crow. "Cuts iron like mud." Looking at the dagger, Lydia hid it well before unfolding the note in her palm.

Above it was Cherise's handwriting, [As for Truman's promise to help you fulfill it, this time it should be my turn. Whether you want to continue to live a humble existence or find a new life, it's up to you.]

Below these two sentences, there was a time.

After Lydia finished reading, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, her eyes were full of hope. She took out a lighter from nowhere, lit it, and the small piece of paper was reduced to ashes.

*****

Cherise, who received the news from Crow, was not panicked at all. Everything was as she had planned.

"Okay, the next step is to keep an eye on Stella and pay attention to her movements." After saying this, Cherise looked at Hank, who was busy staring at the computer beside her. "How is Tristan's every move?"

The Sky Eye that Hank developed himself was very powerful, and it could even hack into the surveillance cameras in the compound.

"Cherise, come and have a look. Tristan has been in meetings in the compound from morning till now, and he has been very busy. So has his assistant. There is no other suspicious sign." Hank said.

Cherise stood behind Hank. "It's not surprising. Tristan is in this position, and if he wants to deal with someone, he doesn't need to do it himself.

"However, I don't think he will make a move at this juncture. After all, the day of the reshuffle is approaching fast.

"Lydia had just gotten into trouble, and now all eyes are on him. He wouldn't be stupid enough to shoot himself in the foot again.

"If he really wanted to do something, he would never do it himself, but would use someone else's hand."

Hank nodded. "That makes sense. But who could it be?"

Cherise tapped lightly on Hank's computer, and a picture of Stella popped up.

She said, “Her. Last time, Lydia was her scapegoat. The matter is not over yet, and she will definitely not give up.

"Besides, as you know from watching palace dramas, women of this age are at their most terrifying when they are in love. Such women are most likely to have extreme thoughts and are most easily exploited by others."

Hank hissed after hearing this. "That's true. But since it wasn't Tristan, what ability does this woman have? She's just an ordinary translator. She looks so delicate and weak."

Cherise snorted coldly. "Don't judge a book by its cover. Besides, she's the apple of the Walton family's eye. The Waltons' past is not simple.

"I believe that after all these years, they still retain a lot of power. So if we want to find Claire, we must first understand Stella's movements."

Hank nodded and sighed. "I don't know how Mom is doing now. I'm so worried about her."

Hearing these words from Hank, Cherise felt the same way. After a moment of thought, she didn't stay any longer and left Prosperous City alone.noveldrama

**

The Walton Residence.

Unlike her usual elegant and dignified gait, Stella seemed hurried today. Every step she took was filled with urgency.

Instead of going to her own room, she went straight to Cora's room.

This scene was caught by Crow, who was helping to water the flowers in the courtyard.

The maid who was with Crow looked at him in a daze. "Aria, stop watering. The flowers are going to die."

Crow looked at the flowers and said, "Oh my, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I'll go back and change my clothes." Without turning off the faucet, she shoved it to the maid.

The maid complained, "This Aria, who brought her in? She's so strange, but she's pretty."

Only Stella and Cora were in Cora's room.

Stella looked at the person resting on the armchair and walked over, still nervous. "Mom, I'm here."

Cora slowly opened her eyes. "Oh, it's Stella. Are you off work?"

"Yes." Stella replied, then continued. "Mom, how are things going over there?"

Hearing this, Cora slowly sat up and looked at the person in front of her. "Don't worry. I've got this."

Stella took a deep breath. "Where is she?"

"Someone will take you to her later. As for the rest, you decide. Mom sincerely hopes you can have what you want."

Stella nodded gratefully, looking a little nervous. "Okay, thank you, Mom."

Just as she was about to leave, Stella was stopped by Cora again. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Cora looked at her and spoke cautiously, "Be careful. Now that she's missing, there must be a lot of people looking for her. Don't be followed or tracked.

"Be alert. It's best not to leave through the main gate, don't appear in obvious places, and don't give anyone a chance to catch you."

Hearing this, Stella seemed to ponder something in her eyes. These were indeed things she hadn't considered. She nodded heavily. "Yes, Mom, I understand."