The True Heiress's Return

Walter opened his eyes just in time to see Shakira hide a feather duster behind her back. He paused for a moment, and then anger started to boil inside him. "Shakira!" Shakira stood at a safe distance from his bed, blinking innocently. Honestly, she had no clue where he picked up this habit of grabbing her neck whenever he was grumpy. She stud need

ce-even when he just woke up, he was still incredibly handsome. Taking her time, she said, "You don't an hear you just fine." ressionlessly, "Who said you could come in here?"

tually, Shakira replied playfully. "Didn't you ask me to be your personal servant? It's my job to take care of you, start at seven, I can't be late."

er's sharp gaze locked on her, as if he could see right through her. After a moment, he let out a cold laugh. "I've got to mit, you're tougher than the other women." She knew he was teasing. He probably thought making her a servant would scare her off, but she was unfazed.

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shot back, "Of course I'm not like them. I'm here to 'make things right for you."

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handsome features darkened. She thought he might kick her out, but instead, he said, "What are you standing there for? Get to work." turn to be surprised. "What do What do you want me to do?" your is?"

He glanced a at t her. "As a servant, you don't even know what job is?

Shakira genuinely had no idea. She just wanted to annoy Walter and hadn't paid any attention to what Levi had mentioned. She just thought, 'I came in good faith, and now Walter expects me to be a servant? I have to teach him a lesson.' As she eyed the neatly folded clothes at the foot of the bed, an idea struck her. "You need to change first, right?" She stepped forward and pulled back the covers.

"You!" Walter, caught off alter's morning erection to her closeness and frowned slightly. "No wonder it hurt so much back then..."

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movement, froze momentarily.

Walter yanked the blanket back, glaring at her fiercely. "Get out!"

Okay, he kicks me out anyway,' Shakira thought yet left without a fuss. As she stepped outside, Brian looked at her, then promptly entered the room.

Levi hurried over, concern etched on his face. "Is it okay, Ms. Nelson?"

Shakira shook her head. "I'm fine, Levi. Don't worry about me."

Levi corrected himself quickly, muttering, "I was asking if Mr. Lopez is alright."

"Uh, he's fine," Shakira replied, trying to brush it off. "He might just be a little grumpy this morning. It's no big deal."

fell quiet, thinking, 'Mr. Lopez's shout practically rattled the door. Was it really just a minor issue? Ever since that incident, Mr. Lopez has been so moody and withdrawn. Even when he was angry, he rarely showed any emotion. But this time, he was really fired up. Clearly, Ms. Nelson is someone important to him.'

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Before long, Brian stepped-qut of the room and told Shakira, "Mr. Lopez wants something with onions for breakfast. Get it ready."

Shakira nodded. "You got it, no problem."

Brian turned to Levi and added, "Today, she's in charge of breakfast. Nobody is allowed to help her."

Shakira raised an eyebrow, glancing back into the room. 'Hmph! What a stingy guy!'

Thirty minutes later, Walter walked into the dining room, dressed in a deep blue casual outfit. He had expected to find Shakira in tears over some onions, pleading with him in a panic. But instead, he saw her standing at the head of the table, smiling with her eyes sparkling. Walter frowned slightly, tension building in his brow. As he approached the table, Levi lifted the lid on a serving dish, revealing a beautifully presented onion soup. The rich aroma filled the air, making Walter's mouth water. "You made this?" he asked, eyeing Shakira skeptically.

Shakira nodded proudly. "Yep, it's

mine."

As Walter stared at the soup without touching it, Shakira nudged, "Aren't you going to try it?"

Walter glanced at her and then picked up a spoon and took a sip. Expecting it to be pretty but bland, he was surprised to find himself sipping three spoonfuls in a row.

Feeling her gaze, Walter finally paused and said, "You can leave now."

Shakira raised an eyebrow and said, "Alright then. Just call me if you need anything." She strolled away, looking completely relaxed.

Walter shot a look at Levi, who clearly understood and explained, "That really was made by Ms. Nelson. She didn't want any help in the kitchen. She must be quite the cook, right?"

"It's okay," Walter

alter replied, trying to act nonchalant, even as his spoon kept dipping into the soup.

Levi smiled warmly.

Just then, Benji burst in from outside. "Hey, Walter, why are you all alone?"

"Where's Walter's future wife?" He turned to Levi, panic in his voice. 'I just chased after love for one night, and Shakira gets sent away?'

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Benji's eyes lit up. He rushed over to Walter, practically leaning over the table. "A love-illed breakfast? Man, you're lucky."

Walter sighed, not wanting to engage.

Seeing the moment fizzle out, Benji plopped down beside him, his cocky smile fading into a serious expression.

heard?" his expression clam.

Benji nodded. Lonely Bird pulled out of his partnership with the Nelson family overnight. Our team can't track him down at all. It's frustrating-just when things seemed hopeful, they fell apart again." "By the way, what's going on with the Nelsons? They not only lost Lonely Bird but also canceled their deal with Yonder Digital.

"A few months ago, they were excited to team up with a rising star like Yonder Digital, and now... it feels like everything's in

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chaos. Everyone in Crescentyille is talking about it."

Benji stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Did they offend someone?"

Walter thought of Shakira-she had cut ties with the Nelson family last night. His eyes deepened as he considered what fra

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xhausted after waking up early, Shakira flopped onto her bed. Her phone buzzed with a new message, and she opened it to ind a text with a link from Sean.

[Sorry for the late birthday gift. I know you love designing clothes when you're bored, so I've started a fashion studio under Yonder Digital.]

[From now on, this studio will focus on the clothes you love. I've got the manager and cleaners lined up, but I need an assistant. I've gathered some designer submissions online for you to check out-pick one when you're free.]

Shakira couldn't help but smile, feeling both grateful and a little overwhelmed. She opened the link and found dozens of designer portfolios and sketches. As she browsed through the previews, her gaze suddenly froze on one particular design