The True Heiress's Return

"FoxDeni" Walter's face showed surprise. Suddenly, as he thought of something, he clicked on the second person in his friend list and quickly typed a message.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Lion Heart: [Check the terminal for FoxDen's last known online location J

Oath Realm: [Lion Heart, you're back!]

Oath Realm: [Wait, you mean Fox Den is still alive?]

Lion Heart: [She logged in two hours ago. The app requires both face and fingerprint for login, so it had to be her]

Oath Realm: [I'll check it right away.]

In less than five minutes, Oath Realm gave Walter a reply.

Oath Realm: [I got it. At Silverwave Bay. I'll send someone there to find her immediately.J

Walter's eyes flickered with curiosity at the familiar name. He thought, 'Could it be that Berry remembered something? It's too late now. Tomorrow morning, I need to find Berry to ask. Lion Heart: [No, I'm at Silverwave Bay too. I'll find her.]

Oath Realm: [Okay. How are you doing now? We've missed you in the months you weren't online. And we hope to see you. Reading this, Walter's lips curled gently.

Lion Heart: [We'll talk another time. It's getting late. I'm logging off. Goodnight.]

Oath Realm was still typing. Clearly, there was a lot more he wanted to say. But Walter had already quickly logged off. without hesitation.

Walter lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Those images He had tried to bury deep in his memory were coming through again.

On the vast open sea, a luxurious cruise ship sped forward. Sapo the biggest drug lord of Myin Island, stood on the deck, with five men in camouflage uniforms hanging above him.

Their bodies were covered with scars and bleeding wounds, with ropes cutting into their wrists and leaving bright red marks. The blood kept streaming down, falling into the vast, bottomless ocean at their feet. Their blood dripped from their hands into the sea as sharks, drawn by the scent of blood, circled the ship.

Sapo held an AK-47 in one hand and a remote control of the ropes in the other. With no way to escape, he looked vicious and threatening, aiming the dark barrel of the gun at the approaching pair. "Another step and I'll toss them to the sharks." Sapo's rough voice echoed across the deck.

"Boss, just leave us alone. Many lives were lost. You have to kill this asshole," said one of the five of them.

"That's right. We're not afraid to die. It's worth trading five of our lives for a drug lord."

"Pah! Today, you die, junkie."

Sapo raised his head and roared at them furiously, "Shut up! Keep talking, and I'll feed you to the sharks." The sea wind howled as Walter's voice was tight. "Don't you fucking touch them?"

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"I know, you're the youngest special forces commander from Clusia and you wouldn't abandon your soldiers," said Sapo.

Sapo was pleased with Walter's reaction. His face, covered in scars, left him with only one working bluish-gray left eye. full of a desperate will to live.

Using a persuasive tone, he tried to negotiate with Walter, "Come on, put down your guns, and get me a speedboat. As long as I leave safely, your buddies will be saved."

"Junkie, my boss will never listen to you."

"Boss, take him down."

Seeing his five buddies constantly struggling and the twisted smile on Sapo's face, Walter hesitated.

The FoxDen, standing behind him, whispered, "Surrender for now. I'll handle the close range, and you grab the remote

control."

Walter remained silent for a long time. After a moment, he raised his hand. "Sapo, deal."

"Boss!"

"Boss, don't trust him. He won't let us go."

Walter ignored them and turned to prepare the speedboat. However, the five men who had already given up on survival suddenly called out to Walter in unison, sending a jolt through Walter's heart. Just as he realized something and rushed towards the sapo, the five had already broken free from their bindings and jumped

into the sea.

"No!" Walter suddenly snapped his eyes open, surrounded by darkness, overwhelming and stifling. By then, he was already drenched in sweat without realizing it.

It had been a long time since he last had this dream.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the headboard, lost in the shadow of the moon, emanating a profound solitude.

At that moment, there was a sound outside the door, and Walter quickly lifted his head, the coldness in his eyes still lingering. When he recognized the person, he was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, it was like a small, luminous figure approaching him in a snowstorm, which was warm and came just for him. "Happy Birthday to you."

Shakira held a small cupcake with a tiny flickering flame on it, humming a birthday song as she approached the man who was dazed by the bed. "Happy Birthday to you!" said Shakira.

Shakira knelt by the bed, blinked, and urged Walter, who was in a daze, "Make a wish and blow out the candle."

Shakira's lovely face carried a pure and bright smile. Her eyes shone in the candlelight as she looked at him steadily.

Walter was a little touched. He closed his eyes for several seconds, then opened them and blew out the candle.

In the moonlight, Shakira's smile looked even sweeter and purer Walter couldn't recover himself until Shakira dabbed a bit of frosting from the cake onto his firm nose with her fingertip. "What's the matter? Is that so surprising?" asked Shakira.

"Yes, very surprised." Walter pulled her into his arms and asked, "How did you know today is my birthday?"

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Shakira blinked, "What do you think?"

Walter didn't have to guess. "Benji or Levi."

Shakira burst into laughter, "It's Levi."

Shakira turned on the lights and held the cake to his mouth. "I wanted to get you a big one, but Benji said you didn't want to celebrate with them. So, I got a small one for us without wasting

When Walter heard her mention "for us," he felt a surge of emotion he couldn't describe. Instinctively, his grip on her tightened slightly.

Shakira noticed and couldn't help but laugh, "What? You're moved already? If you see the gift I got for you, you'll be even more touched."

Walter raised an eyebrow. "Gift?"

"Of course. I'm not stingy enough to give you a cupcake for your birthday," said Shakira.

Puffing her cheeks, Shakira shoved the cake into his hand and dashed to the door to bring out what she had prepared.

She proudly held up a deep blue suit tailor-made for Walter, complete with a tie, a lapel pin, and a tie clip.

Walter's eyes flickered momentarily. "Is this-"

Shakira smiled, "I made it. Do you like it?"