The True Heiress's Return

Shakira raised an eyebrow but kept walking toward the car.

In the backseat, Fiona glanced at Walter, who looked cold and indifferent. Her pride felt wounded.

Biting her lip, Fiona was about to leave when she spotted turned more troubled as she realized it was Shakira.

a familar figure out of the corner of her eye. Her expression

"Walter, I know you think about my past mistakes, but I've really changed. I'm not spoiled anymore," Fiona said softly, her eyes on Walter..

"You might think I'm talking about Shakira to get your approval, but I promise I'll show you how much I've improved!" Fiona's words were filled with sincerity.

If it were any other guy, he might have softened. But Walter just tilted his head, showing no emotion. "If you're not seeking praise, you don't need to talk."

Just then, Shakira arrived at the car and overheard Walter's icy tone. "If Shakira hadn't let you stay, you wouldn't be here." Fiona gasped. She thought, 'What does he mean? Am I supposed to thank that awful woman?'

Fiona dug her nails into her palm, fighting back anger. With a soft tone, she replied, "Yes, you're right, Walter. Shakira is kind and forgiving, so I should help her."

She added, "But I wonder if Shakira still misunderstands me. Would she give me sensed something off.

Chuckling quietly, she interrupted. "Ms. Banks, chances are made by oneself."

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Fiona looked surprised. "Shakira?"

It seemed she just noticed Shakira, glancing at Walter before saying, "Shakira, I just Fiona, Shakira opened the other door and slid into the car.

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Fiona thought, 'What an insatiable brat!'

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Leaning out slightly, Shakira casually asked, "Ms. Banks, do you have any more business? If not, we're leaving."

Her fists clenched tighter.

Keeping a fake smile, Fiona replied, "Walter, let's chat another time."

Walter coldly commanded, "Drive."

The car sped away while Fiona watched, her gentle facade cracking, her expression darkening.

Inside the car, Walter took Shakira's hand, studying her closely, "Feeling jealous?"

Shakira pinched his middle finger, tilting her head. "Is Fiona really worth my jealousy?"

Walter replied sincerely, "Not at all."

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"Since you're not jealous, maybe you can help me deal with my jealousy." Walter gently turned her chin to face him, his deep-set eyes shadowed.

He said, "For Xanthe, you really go all out, don't you?"

His words were laced with jealousy.

Shakira wondered, 'Is it too late for me to feel jealous now?"

"Listen to my excuses... uh, explanations!" She struggled to pull her cheeks free while lifting her hand to rest on his.

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"What Steven said was outrageous, and I was too upset to consult you before deciding." Shakira blinked, her eyes sparkling with innocence. "If you'd been there, I know you would've supported me!" Walter sighed. "Haven't I already supported you a hundred times?"

"Sure! I always knew you were on my

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Finally, Shakira pulled her face free from his grasp. Seizing the moment, she cupped his handsome face in her hands. Shakira said, "What's there to be jealous of? Xanthe is my dear friend, and your significance is... different." Walter seemed pleased, a subtle smile appearing.

Casually, he asked, "Who taught you that coding skill?"

Shakira scratched her face, knowing she couldn't answer casually like she would to George.

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Under Walter's intense gaze, she confessed, "In the past, I took on many jobs to pay for my grandmother's medical bills... "Someone referred me to a caregiving job, where I read to a visually impaired woman for three and a half hours daily. "She had me read books on advanced programming and coding for nearly three years until her hearing declined. "Though I didn't understand the texts, I worried she might find it uncomfortable to listen, so I looked for related materials myself. Over time, I became familiar with them and learned to write code."

Walter fell silent.

He felt a mix of compassion for Shakira's past and admiration for her determination.

It was hard to believe an ordinary person could self-learn such advanced skills just through reading. Compared to the highly-paid hackers in Security, she was on another level.

After a moment, Walter said, "If anyone from Security asks you about the firewall issues, don't feel obligated to answer." Shakira was confused. "Why? Shouldn't we fix the vulnerabilities right away?"

In truth, after leaving Finance, the head had already messaged her to apologize and offer help; she just hadn't responded. Walter knew about the security loopholes but wasn't worried. "You're the only one who can spot and fix this, right?" Shakira responded, "Yes."

"Well then, that's enough. Since you can solve it, there's no rush; let them think about it. Why hire expensive staff if they're just mascots?"

Shakira was speechless. She thought, 'Fine, if you're not in a hurry, then neither am I!'

Feeling her energy returning, Yvette put on a beautiful makeup)

She glided to Selena's room.

As Yvette opened the door, a wave of musty, dark energy hit her