Under the Heiress' Facade

Camille's and Hera's positions took a 180 change within an hour.

Camille was filled with rage and frustration; she couldn't admit her defeat.

She had planned this stage for herself and yet, someone else took the honor. It ultimately became her stage of humiliation.

As someone who had grown up in a family of doctors and was called a medical genius, she had her pride and ego.

However, even the educated socialites splashed dog excrement and wine on her and threw fruit at her. She had turned into a failure.

Resentment stemmed in her.

She hated those people who mistook her for Dr. Shadow, blaming them for showering her with praise that fanned her ego. She blamed Hera for not exposing her at the beginning. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up this way.

Also, she resented Hera for not using her real identity from the start. Why did Hera act so mysterious, making people misunderstand things? As an afterthought, Camille concluded that Hera was the cause of everything.

She would never apologize because it was all Hera's fault!

If it weren't for Hera, things wouldn't have gotten this far!

"Apologize?" Camille got back to her feet, forcing a decent smile on her face. But it was creepy to others. She slowly walked down the stage, heading toward Hera.

Due to the repulsive smell, people avoided her in disgust. Even Nicholas and Marcus covered their noses and retreated.

Only Hera didn't budge from her spot.

Everyone was charmed by her character.

They expected nothing less from Shadow; she was different from average people.

"Fine, I apologize." The glint in her eyes turned cold, and she paced up. Without anyone realizing, a scalpel was already in her hand as she aimed it at Hera.

Hera stood there expressionlessly. A stone flew from her back, hitting Camille right in her knee.

She flopped onto the ground, kneeling before Hera. The scalpel landed before Hera's feet.

"This is the way to apologize properly." A low yet authoritative voice resounded behind Camille.

The guests looked back, only to

witness an

army of body

marching into the banquet hall They

splitanto two lines and began

spraying air freshener everywhere.

Then, they made way for the last man.

Bernard strode into the scene. The sophisticated air around him put an invisible pressure on others.

Some of the young ladies gasped, "It's Mr. Killian!"

"Was your second announcement about your marriage alliance with the Killian family?" Hera looked at the kneeling woman as though she were anobody. "Look at yourself, Ms, Chime. Do you think he'd be interested in you?"

Camille's head snapped upward. When she noticed Bernard's presence, embarrassment and anger made her cheeks flush. Cecily didn't lie to her. Bernard was back!

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She had been doing her best to develop herself, hoping that she could marry the man she liked during the prime of her life.

However, the second she reached the peak, she fell so badly into the pit.

And the man she liked was standing at the side, witnessing her at her most disgraceful.

"I will never like her no matter what

she becomes. Stay away from her. She stinks." Bernard stepped forward, hugging Hera into his embrace to stay away from Camille, treating her like the plague