The True Heiress's Return

Yvette thought, 'Alright! You all look down on me, don't you? One day, I'll make you all regret the words you've spoken today!' Yvette clenched her teeth, her eyes brimming with surging resentment, and she turned resolutely, leaving without looking back. She missed it, the room where Rebecca spoke up after a while, her voice choking, "But after all, even though she's not our biological child, Yvette is the one we raised, and she's better than that ungrateful Shakira."NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

"Yvette may not compare to Shakira, but she has potential and ability, and she will have a promising future. As long as I guide her well, she can bring honor to our family," Rebecca said firmly, her eyes flashing with a deep obsession. Seeing this, Selena sighed, "Well, she is our Nelson family's child now, so let it be!

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's already a blessing for a child to grow up healthy. In the future, finding her an excellent and reliable husband to ensure her lifelong happiness would be good enough, better than Mitchell..." Selena's voice suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Mentioning Mitchell, the atmosphere in the study became deathly silent.

There hasn't been any news from Mitchell for so long, and the Nelson family has gone from full of hope to a tacit agreement not to mention him. No one dared to touch this taboo topic.

Sure enough, Rebecca's eyes turned red instantly, and tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.

Cody hugged his wife's shoulder tightly, comforting her in a low voice, "Alright, the kids are going to be on a variety show in a few days, let's not talk about this anymore, so they won't be distracted."

Then, Cody looked at Felix, carefully instructing, "You take care of your sister more. Yvette is gentle and kind by nature, and although she didn't say anything, she can't help but think more about today's incident." Felix nodded solemnly, "Okay, I will."

That night, Yvette received a reward of 300 thousand dollars from Selena and another 300 thousand dollars transferred by Cody, saying it was for her to buy things needed for the show.

Yvette sweetly thanked them on WhatsApp, but as soon as she released the voice button, her expression instantly turned cold.

She thought, 'What hypocritical Nelsons, thinking they could tie me down with this petty cash because I still have some use to them, and that I will be grateful? How ridiculous!'

Yvette accepted the money, thought for a moment, and then messaged Gideon, whom she had added as a friend but had never contacted before.

Yvette texted, [Have you guys returned to Crescentville?]

Gideon quickly replied with a respectful attitude, [Yes, Ms. Nelson, we came back a few days ago.] He then detailed their recent gains to Yvette.

Seeing Gideon fawning over her like a dog wagging its tail, Yvette looked down on him from the bottom of her heart. However, seeing that they had made a tidy sum this time, she couldn't help but be tempted.

She instructed, You remember to send me the business plan once it's ready, and also, I have some money on hand that I'll invest as well, but you need to draw up an additional stock contract for me.]

Gideon agreed, [Yes, I will definitely make a business plan that satisfies Ms. Nelson.]

After Yvette, like a fox borrowing tiger's might, issued her orders she was content and continued to tinker with her beauty and skincare regimen..

Casino Penthouse Crystal Palace.

Gideon gazed down at the opulent scene below from the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, casually tossing aside his battered phone.

Kendrick, dressed in a dark green suit, leaned over to report, "Mr. Brooks, the head of Pueru has personally written a letter of thanks, expressing gratitude for your full investment in the renovation project of the old city of Pueru." Gideon, with his legs crossed and a languid posture, replied, "You handle these social matters; I have no interest."

Kendrick nodded, "Yes, Mr. Brooks."

His hands, clad in black silk gloves, accentuated his slender knuckles and the outline of his hands, exuding an elegant and sinister charm. Propping his chin, he pondered for a while. Then he asked, "Kendrick, what do you think is the most profitable business to engage in in Crescentville right now?"

Kendrick thought for a moment and replied, "Crescentville has a fast pace of life, but the locals value their cuisine. Perhaps the food industry could be a good choice in the short term."

Gideon smiled slowly. "Kendrick, you'd be wasted if you didn't go into business."

Kendrick's face lit up with a smile, radiating a loving glow. "For an old servant like me, taking care of Mr. Brooks is more important than anything else."

Gideon did not argue. Kendrick was the butler who raised his father and had a deep bond with him, loyal to the core. His father, fearing he wouldn't take care of himself, had sent Kendrick to be by his side.

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As the winter break began and the weather turned colder, when Walter got up in the morning, Shakira also seized the opportunity to linger in bed.

Her reason was that she pointed to her dry lips and declared with conviction, "Work-related injury, requesting permission to sleep for three more hours."

Seeing her lying in the middle of the bed, sprawled out with her eyes closed, in a helplessly mischievous pose, Walter couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, we'll stop practicing at night and switch to the morning, so you won't have to rest with an injury." Shakira bolted upright. "That won't do!" She had to practice either way and not being allowed to sleep in made her feel too disadvantaged.

Walter raised an eyebrow slightly, leisurely saying, "Seeing you sleep so soundly, I don't feel like going to work either." Shakira was speechless. She thought, 'What kind of twisted logic is that? I, who don't earn money, is just sleeping at home- what's the big deal! What a wicked capitalist!'

Seeing her pouting and glaring at him, Walter was in high spirits and laughed out loud.

Benji had given him a bunch of lip balms he'd bought that day, and Walter picked a strawberry-flavored one. He twisted open the tube and carefully applied it to her slightly dry lips.

Watching as her lips regained their luster, he felt like he'd completed a piece of handiwork, satisfied as he ruffled her messy

hair. "Alright, I'm not joking with you anymore, sleep."

Shakira, holding the blanket, revealed a pair of sparkling eyes and was sweetly flattered, "Mr. Lopez, work hard to make money today." Walter seemed to see countless money in her fluttering eyes and couldn't help but laugh, "I'm off."

Shakira happily rolled around on the bed. After all her efforts, she managed to imbue the bed, which carried Walter's scent, with her own fragrance. Shakira was tired too, curled up in the blanket, and prepared to take another nap.

At noon, Levi gently knocked on the door, his voice soft. "Ms. Nelson, it's time to get up for lunch. You'll get a stomachache if you stay hungry for too long."

Shakira stretched and walked to the door, rubbing her eyes. "Levi, I'm not hungry yet..."

Levi covered his mouth and chuckled, having anticipated Shakira's response. He held up his phone and played the voice message from Walter, which came right on time. "Shakira, you've been sleeping for three hours. Get up and eat."

With a jolt, Shakira instantly became alert. She thought, 'Well, well, Walter is really that precise, isn't he? Three hours on the dot!'

She quickly replied to Walter's voice message on Levi's phone, grumbling, "I'm up, I'm up.”

Levi turned his face away to suppress his laughter. He thought, They say every pot has a lid, and it seems that not only could Ms. Nelson tame Mr. Lopez, but Mr. Lopez also has Ms. Nelson wrapped around his finger.

'It looks like the villa will soon be filled with the wails of a baby!'

After lunch, Shakira took a stroll around the crocodile pond.

Bored, she received a message from Kevin on her phone, asking if she had time to visit the production site early and get familiar with it, as the official recording would start in three days