Under the Heiress' Facade

Hera’s words undeniably provoked Queenie.

“Someone, get this wretch out of here,” Queenie called for a maid while James quickly approached. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Mrs Gaskell, please calm down. I’ll handle this.”

James didn’t want Hera to be kicked out of the Gaskell residence in front of so

so many elites as it would tamish the Everett family’s reputation.

“You’re too audacious, Heral Who asked you to come? James led Hera forcefully to the backyard.

He knew Hera was a nuisance and never intended to bring her along. But she managed to come anyway.

Without waiting for Hera’s reply, he pointed to a path. “There’s a back door here. Get out of here immediately!”

With that, he turned on his beel and headed back to the banquet hall

Hera chuckled lightly, but her gaze remained cold. She hadn’t done anything yet, and he was already furious?

In fact, this wasn’t the first time she had met Queenie. Back when she was with the Killians, she attended a family banquet where she had a nin–in with Queenie.

Queenie accidentally bumped into Daphne, causing a herbal remedy Hera had worked late into the night to prepare for Albert to fall to the floor. Not only did Queenie not apologize, but she also dirtied

Daphne’s dress, resulting in her being scolded by Albert.

At that moment, pig grunts sounded from a nearby flowerbed

Hera snapped out of her thoughts and saw Tiramisu poking its head out of the greenery. It grunted twice at her before disappearing back into the bushes

Following the floral path, Hera trailed after Tiramisu for a while.

The Gaskell family was indeed wealthier than the Everett family. Their backyard was an expansive garden, stretching to a small grove at the end. It was filled with valuable trees. In the secluded grove, she caught sight of a small gray cabin

Tiramisu nosed around the bed of dry leaves and unearthed something. Hera picked it up. It was a bunny hairpin with only one ear.

The hairpin was the one Isabella used to wear on her head. It seemed Isabella’s disappearance was indeed tied to the Gaskell family.

“Good job.” She patted the Tiramisu’s head, stood up, and headed toward the small cabin nestled in the woods

Gisellechanged into a fresh outfit and descended the stairs, scanning the room but finding no sign of Hera. It appeared queenie had already kicked her out…

Asly smile played on Giselle’s lips. She then gracefully approached queenie to apologize for her blunder tonight.

Giselle knew Queenie was a perfectionist who couldn’t tolerate any flaws. Quernde must be turning that she was publicly exposed for wearing a knockott tonight, so she needed to apologize promptly.

However, she was stopped by the butler before she could reach Queenie.

“Ms. Everett, I’m sorry, but Mrs. Gaskell doesn’t wish to see you right now.”

Giselle’s face paled instantly as she watched Queenie engage in lively conversation with the guests, ignoring her completely.

Though Queenie reluctantly approved of her relationship with Zyler, she didn’t endorse it. Now with this debacle, life wouldn’t be easy even if Giselle married into the Gaskell family.

“Gigi, are you all right? You look a bit pale, Lily asked as she approached with a glass of wine.

“I’m fine, just feeling a tad stuffy, I’ll step outside for some fresh air. Giselle hurriedly made her exit as she was worried that Lily might pick up on Queenie’s disdain for her.

Upon stepping out into the courtyard, she crossed paths with a maid escorting an elderly lady with silver hair and clad in a simple dress

Giselle panicked at the sight of the old lady. Why was Catherine here? Could it be that Hera deliberately had her brought here to publicly expose her identity?

If the shell family found out she wasn’t the real heiress of the Everett family, then her marriage to Zyler would be over!

At the thought of this, Giselle broke out in a cold sweat.