The True Heiress's Return

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Under the table, Shakira's left hand was firmly held by Walter's large right hand. He casually sipped his red wine while gently squeezing her index finger and softly rubbing the pad of her pinky. Outwardly, he appeared calm and well-mannered. Suddenly, Shakira was called out by Liam sitting across from her, which made her fro she felt a soft pinch on her pinky.

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Shakira thought, 'Damn it, you pinch me.' Shakira wasn't a milksop. She forcefully pinched his finger back under the table, twisting the skin on his hand with all the strength she had.

In an instant, Walter's eyebrows knitted tightly from the unexpected respo strength.'

He thought, 'Shakira, you really had some

Nearby, Kevin laughed as he joined the conversation, "There's been a misunderstanding, Mr. Jameson. Ms. Nelson is just a temporary staff for our crew."

Liam thought, 'Misunderstanding? I've seen a lot of women around at business dinners, merely a way to pass the time. But I can't see many icy women as beautiful as her, with arrogance in her eyes!

At the last diplomatic summit, Shakira made quite a splash with her piano performance, leaving an impression on Liam.

Judging by her age, Liam figured Shakira was a college student or a newcomer to the working world and was arranged to entertain Mr. Lopez.

But everyone in Crescentville knew that Mr. Lopez wasn't interested in women. He was a disabled man, so the most beautiful woman couldn't entice him. Liam thought it would be better for him to accept Kevin's goodwill.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Liam laughed and said, "A temp? Oh wow, with such beauty, what a pity she had to run errands. Kevin, for my sake, give the young lady a chance. I promise she'll be a superstar."

As soon as he finished, a few small investors, who wanted to please Liam, agreed, "Miss, Mr. Jameson is so nice to you. You should thank him."

"Yes, other girls beg for Mr. Jameson's help, and he doesn't even glance at them. You've got great luck, Miss."

One of them burst into laughter, "Mr. Jameson, she must get you sprung."

Liam was smug, his face flushed with alcohol and shining with fat, "Don't say that. You'll scare her."

He stared at Shakira, whose expression was gradually becoming sullen. His eyes were still fixed on her, who was extraordinarily charming with anger.

"I'm just warm-hearted. Miss, no pressure. After dinner, let's exchange contact info. Whenever my company has business activities, I can take you to see the world." When Liam was boasting, a teacup flew at him, hitting his forehead forcefully. Liam screamed in pain.

Liam was about to get mad, but when he saw who had thrown it, his expression changed immediately. "M-Mr. Lopez?"

A flush appeared on Liam's face. He spent some time sobering from alcohol and felt as if he had been plunged into an icy pit, shivering all over. "Fi-Fiancée?"

He finally realized he had angered the wrong person, and his face turned pale, bowing repeatedly.

"Oh, it's a misunderstanding. I don't know if she's your fiancée. Otherwise, I'd never have joked with her like that. I'm so sorry, Mr. Lopez. Please don't be mad," he said. 07:56 Wed, Nov 6

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The small investors who were previously agreeing began pleading, "We didn't recognize your fiancée, Mr. Lopez. Please forgive us."

At that moment, Walter held Shakira's hand and brought her hand onto the table. Their fingers were interlocked, and there were visible red marks on Walter's pale skin, clearly fresh from being pinched. Walter gave a cold laugh, "I'm not angry, but my fiancée has a bad temper."

Liam was so frightened that his neck turned red, and he raised his glass toward Shakira, "I apologize to you, Ms. Nelson."

"If Walter weren't here, I'm afraid that you wouldn't be any apologies and would be even more excessive." Shakira's casual tone made Liam feel cold.

In a panic, Liam raised his hand and started slapping his left and right face. Soon, the red marks stood out clearly on his chubby cheeks.

Liam said, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have joked about you, Ms. Nelson, and I shouldn't joke about any woman. My mouth deserves to be slapped hard."

Liam slapped himself over ten times, but Walter and Shakira didn't stop him. So he just gritted his teeth and kept slapping. The private room was dead silent. No one dared to make a sound except for the slaps from Liam.

Five minutes later, Liam's hands were smeared with his blood, and his face was swollen. Each time he raised his hand to slap, fear made him close his eyes tightly, and his body instinctively twitched in pain.

Watching it, those small investors were so frightened that they fell to their knees, shaking all over.

At last, Walter coldly said, "With so many doctors here, your face should be fine, right?"

Upon hearing this, Liam's knees buckled, and he plopped down on the floor, while the doctors at the other table quickly checked him.

Liam grimaced in pain, barely daring to make a sound, only whispering timidly through clenched teeth, "Thank you, Mr. Lopez, Ms. Nelson."

After this, Shakira lost her appetite. Walter noticed her mood and nodded slightly to Matthew, "Matthew, we have something to deal with, so we'll be leaving now."

Matthew didn't make a sound when Walter stood up for Shakira He thought that Walter was a real man who knew to protect his woman.

Matthew looked at their hands tightly held together and nodded "Go ahead."

Once they got in the car, Walter asked Shakira, "Where are we going?"

Shakira was puzzled. "Are we not going home?"

He glanced at her stomach and asked, "Are you full?"

Realizing he wanted to take her for a snack, Shakira's eyes lit up. I know there's a street full of food stalls behind Haruca Hospital, but the road is too narrow for cars."

Walter, being in a wheelchair, couldn't go either. But Walter didn't say anything, just asking Brian to drive over there.

Ten minutes later, Brian and a dozen bodyguards each had a bag of snacks, stuffing them into the back seat. Soon, the luxurious Maybach was filled with the aroma of delicious food. Shakira's mouth watered as she picked up a taco and took a bite, Yummy."

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Halfway through her taco, she remembered her great benefactor beside her and handed it to him, "Want to try some?"

Walter looked at the strange-smelling taco and furrowed his brows.

Although Walter often enjoyed high-end food, he hesitated but still took a bite when he met Shakira's expectant eyes. Walter chewed silently, feeling like he was chewing carpet. Shakira couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face, as if he wanted to spit it out but didn't know where to, so he just swallowed.

"Don't like it? Well, try some fried Coke," said Shakira.

"No thanks. I'm not hungry," answered Walter.

Shakira had sweet chili sauce smeared on her lips, "You're so busy playing with my hand and didn't eat much. How can you not be hungry?"

Walter raised an eyebrow, and taking her cue, he smoothly held her hand again. Observing her slender fingers, he found her nails had a healthy pinkish hue.

Suddenly, Walter came up with an idea. He took her fingertip and guided it to wipe away the sweet chili sauce at the corner of her mouth. Then, he brought her finger to his lips and gently tasted it.