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The thing was, Lily intended to make Hera skip o 

out on both events. 

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Meanwhile, Zyler felt that Lily’s plan was quite childish and nonsensical. Besides, Hera might not get expelled by the academy for her absence because of Christopher, who was her lapdog Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Then again, the idea of pissing Hera off was enough to convince Zyler to join Lily’s plan 

That afternoon, Hera happened to be napping in Class of the junior year classroom block. Her phone, which was tucked away in her drawer, suddenly vibrated, which jolted her 

awake. 

She grabbed her phone, clearly annoyed by the disruption. There, she saw a text message from a phone number that wasn’t saved in her contacts list. 

“Boss, hurry up and look at WhatsApp! I think your ID number got leaked” 

Hera deleted the message before switching accounts on WhatsApp. 

Piglet: “Look at the image, boss! Did you register for the national informatics competition for teens?“! 

Piglet: “This can’t be, right? Boss, just how shameless are you to bully a group of teenagers? They are still naive and innocent!” 

Piglet: “Hold on, something’s not right. The phone number which had submitted your registration details isn’t yours! Did you really register for the competition? 

Pigjet: “Your contact information must have gotten leaked, right?” 

Piglet: “Where are you? 

Hera tapped on the image sent by Piglet and glanced at it. Then, she typed out a message which only consisted of two words. 

Raven: “Got it.” 

After that, Hera switched to another app, which divided the screen into halves. The top half was a black backdrop, while the bottom half was an input interface. Her thumbs began dancing above her keypad swiftly. Soon, strings of white code fleeted across the top half of the screen in coNS, 

Sometime later, Hera stopped typing on her phone. As she gazed at the information being projected on the screen, she muttered coldly, “How childish.” 

She tapped on her phone quickly for a short while before clicking it shut. Then, she tossed it back into her drawer and continued napping. 

Sunday came in the blink of an eye. 

The moment Hera descended the stairs after she was done washing up in the bathroom, she saw Douglas ordering a bodyguard to drag a big plece of baggage out of the apartment. 

Bernard, who was clad in a white suit, sat on the couch while reading the news on his tablet. When he saw Hera, he said, “Ah, you’re awake.” 

“Are you going out?” Hera glanced at the baggage that the bodyguard was currently dragging Then, she picked up Tiramisu, which was nuzzling her leg at the moment. 

“We are going out,” Bernard corrected. “You did promise me that we’ll be taking photos today.” 

He put down his tablet before rising to his feet. Then, he slowly made his way to the dining room. 

His injuries were healing well. Last night, Hera had removed his stitches, so he could cover short distances without any problems. 

Upon noticing Beard heading to the dining room, Douglas went to the kitchen to serve him and Hera breakfast. 

On the other hand, Hera was flabbergasted 

Was this Bernard’s so–called preparations?wasn’t she supposed to take ten random photos of Bernard at home? 

“Where are you planning to have your photos taken?” Hera asked while walking into the dining room. 

“Luiniville,” Bernard replied. 

For a moment, Hera thought she was hearing things. “That far?” 

Lambille was a city located at the southernmost point of Humerton. It was always hot and humid there, making it the best vacation spot during winter. 

All Hera had to do was take ten photos of Bernard. Was it really necessary for them to travel that far? 

Bernard just smiled faintly. “It’s not far. This is your first time taking photos of me. I’d like to make it a special occasion.”