The True Heiress's Return

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"Boss, did you say that Yvette turned the button from your discarded shirt into a bracelet?" Sean asked in astonishment. Back at the small villa, Shakira locked the door, operating her laptop while calling Sean and casually mentioned the incident.

"Yeah," She thought carefully for a moment. That shirt was the one I wore a few days ago when I went to the hospital. If I remember correctly, Jessie was the one who tore off the button. Sean's voice immediately grew louder. "Jessie? Damn, that shameless hag bullied you?"

With a sigh, Shakira had no choice but to briefly explain the whole story. Sean continued cursing on the other end of the line. Hearing what he said, Shakira felt helpless but strangely warmed.

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It was absurd that her adoptive parents, biological parents, and brothers had all treated her like dirt, yet the masters she had met on the island and friends like Sean truly cared for her. She had been too silly in her past life, trapped in the dead-end of keep her button. "Huh? Cathy? You're in You're in Crescentville?" Shakira asked in surprise.

But she still didn't understand why Yvette would dead-end of family ties. But now, she had seen it through. Who said only parents and siblings could be considered family? Shakira's parents and siblings treated her worse than an animal, so they were dead to her.

Just as Shakira was pondering over this, a pleasant female voice came from Sean's end of the call. "Boss, you'd better be careful!"

Cathy, like Sean, was part of Shakira's team. She was Matthew's daughter, but she had no interest in medicine. Cathy was obsessed with tarot cards, and she had millions of followers on social media for her fortune-telling- I kust got here old man is tying to set me up on another blind date, so I ran over to Sean's place to hide. Cathy giggled, then her tone became serious. "Boss, have you ever heard of fortune borrowing?" ould respond, interjected with a sarcastic tone. "We're in the business of science. How could we believe in supernatural nonsense?" Cathy's voice took on a spooky quality. Just because you don't believe it doesn't mean it's not real. Shakira kira might

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Shakira furrowed her brow. "I've read read about it online before. It's where someone transfers another person's good luck to themselves, right?"

"Exactly! That button isn't some precious item. Yvette doesn't need to wear it, especially since it belonged to someone she hates, So... Cathy gave Shakira a hint. "That button is useful to her," Shakira said calmly.

"Bingo! Boss, you're so smart," said Cathy.

Sean muttered, "No way, this is just ridiculous"

Cathy stood proudly with her hands on her hips. "Well then, genus, explain why Yvette is wearing our boss's button. Are you going to tell me she has secret crush on her?"

Without hesitation, Sean responded, "That's even more ridiculous!"

Shakira massaged her forehead. "It's fine to make wild guesses, but don't go too far."

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After a brief pause, she added. "Alright, I'll figure this out. Cathy, settle down at Sean's place. Let's meet up when we have time"

Sean quickly chimed in, "Boss, I've already arranged for the trolls to go after Yvette. I guarantee they'll roast that piece of trash!"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Cathy whistled. "Boss, you're always one step ahead. Yvette thought she could hide behind the internet and play the victim for sympathy. Now you can show everyone how shameless she really is." "Thanks, Shakira smirked.

Just moments earlier, she had uploaded a video taken by her classmate to the official Nelson Group account, pushing Yvette's public apology video down to the second spot.

She had even set restrictions, making it impossible for anyone to delete the video or remove its pinned status. As the flood. of comments began pouring in, Shakira felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

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This whole plan had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, but she couldn't deny how gratifying it was to humiliate Yvette, who had always considered herself a princess.

Since the Nelson family was so intent on protecting Yvette's image, Shakira was determined to thwart them at every turn.

After hanging up the phone, Shakira organized her thoughts. In her past life, the kidney transplant had been the turning point in her downfall. Afterward, Yvette seemed to flourish in everything-academically, professionally, and even with her doting and perfect fiancé. But Yvette's illness had been faked. If she wasn't actually sick, the kidney was unnecessary. If Yvette just wanted Shakira deal she could have used other methods. Suddenly, Shakira made a wild guess.

Shakira spe, are you still wake wa gente knock came from the door.

opened the door. what's going on?"

Levi smiled warmly. "Ms. Nelson, the attending physician overseeing Mr. Lopez's condition has arrived today. She is currently examining him. Would you like to go and have a look?"

Shakira nodded. "Yes, of course."

Walter certainly had a unique way of doing things. He was having his checkup right next to the crocodile pool

When Shakira arrived, she saw Walter wearing black food service gloves, feeding Baby Fishy dried fish.

Shakira had always thought crocodiles were cold-blooded creatures that didn't recognize people, but in front of Walter, the huge crocodile behaved like a docile lamb. It obediently opened its mouth wide to eat the fish, far too tame for such a fierce creature. Behind

Walter's wheelchair stood a female doctor in a white coat, whose name was Fiona Banks. She was clearly nervous around Baby Fishy, keeping a safe distance behind it. Shakira narrowed her eyes as she observed for a moment, then chuckled. Fiona had waist-length wavy hair, and she was -wearing 4-inch high heels, a form-fitting camisole dress beneath the lab coat, and makeup more glamorous than a movie star's.

No wonder Walter's legs hadn't improved in all this time. The doctor didn't look like she was there to treat him; she looked more like she was there to seduce him. Shakira quietly approached, just in time to hear Fiona speaking in a sickly sweet voice, "Walter, you should take more of the

medication I prescribed for your neuritis. It'll help your legs."

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Shakira felt a wave of goosebumps wash over her. She couldn't resist taking a bigger step forward, but accidentally stepped on the tip of Baby Fishy's tail.

The crocodile, feeling the pain, turned around and opened its massive jaws, ready to attack. But when it saw Shakira, it quickly swished its tail and scurried in the opposite direction, recreating to a corner behind Walter, where it opened its mouth wide, gasping. It was obvious the creature was terrified, and if it could speak, it would be swearing profusely. Walter's eyelid twitched violently. He turned to stare at Shakira, who looked thoroughly embarrassed. "Is this how you normally take care of my pet?"

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Walter scoffed. "Just doesn't like you?"

Shakira hesitated, then chose her words carefully. "Fine. Maybe it hates me."

Walter didn't hold back. Judging by its reaction, it looks more like you're mortal enemies."

Shakira pouted. "It's not that serious!"

Walter sneered. "Huh."

Fiona watched in shock as Walter, who had always been indifferent and distant towards her, casually bantered with a mer maid. His words were sharp, but his face showed no hint of the usual coldness or disdain. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying the exchange. Fiona had known Walter for over a decade, and she had never seen him like this.

Immediately, her wary gaze shifted to Shakira, who, without a trace of makeup, looked radiant. After sizing her up, Fiona's intuition blared a loud alarm.

"How dare you, a mere maid, talk back to Walter after making a mistake?" Fiona yelled at Shakira.

Then, in the commanding tone of the lady of the house, she turned to Levi and ordered, "Throw this insolent girl out! She is never to appear before Walter again!"