The True Heiress's Return

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Fiona ca to the courtyard and was stunned by the two suitcases of clothes for washing. She thought, 'Wasn't he back in Crescentville yesterday? Why so many dirty clothes? Feeling both disgusted and reluctant, she took a deep breath, sat on a stool, and started washing

them by hand.

Fiona had never done housework before. She didn't expect that doing laundry would take over three hours. By the time she reached Nancy's room, she couldn't care less about cleanliness, collapsed on the bed, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep When she woke up again, it was already evening. Nancy who left during the day had returned. She looked at Fiona in surprise. "Why are you sleeping here?"

Fiona jolted awake from her dream. "Matthew. She uttered and was about to rush out. Nancy held her back. "Matthew is having a discussion with the city mayor. You can't go to him right now.

Fiona was annoyed and upset, "I need to talk to Matthew. If I can't see him, then my trip here is wasted."

Nancy pondered. "I was temporarily assigned and needed to leave during the day because of an emergency at home. How about you keep him company for a few days? You might have a better chance to talk to him when the summit is over and he's free. Fiona's eyes widened. "Working as a maid for him one day is ok. But now you want me to do it for several days?"

Nancy quickly added, "I can give you all my wages. Just coming for one day won't show enough sincerity. Anyway, you're already working hard. You might as well put in a few more days for better results."

"Who wants your measly wages?" The pay for a month wouldn't even cover the cost of a pair of her shoes. Fiona gritted her teeth, absolutely livid.

Thinking about how she spent the entire day doing laundry, only to see it all be in vain, made her even more reluctant to give up. Finally, she could only grit her teeth. "Fine, once the summit's over. I'm quitting"All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nancy smiled so widely that her eyes squinted. That's settled then. I'll put in a good word for you with Matthew."

In the following days, Fiona showed up bright and early each morning, serving coffee, doing laundry, and mopping floors without complaint, trying to make sure Matthew noticed her. She was careful not to overdo it, worried it might annoy Matthew. What puzzled her even more was how mysterious Matthew seemed to be. Living under the same roof, yet she barely got a chance to see him.

When she finally went up to the attic to clean up the ink he had spilled, he had already gone for a walk, leaving her a note instructing her to clean every window in the house.

Fiona was so angry that her face darkened. She immediately turned around to leave. Half an hour later, she was vigorously scrubbing the windows, venting all her frustration onto the glass

These days, Shakira received one invitation after another from Her teachers. Their long voice messages were filled with emotion, all revolving around one thought. "Shakira, we miss you and your cooking."

Shakira couldn't help but smile as she held her phone. She told the kitchen staff of the villa to buy more meat and vegetables. As soon as she returned from school, she disappeared into the kitchen for hours.

By dinner time, Walter walked into the dining room and was surprised by the dozen or so dishes on the table. "Do we have guests over today?"

With a bright smile, Shakira eagerly said, "You've been working hard at the diplomatic summit these past few days. Please

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take this as an opportunity to recharge."

Walter raised an eyebrow at her, observing her with eyes curving like crescent moons, clear and pure as a full moon. Her smile brought out a charming dimple.

Levi couldn't help but remark. "Ms. Nelson knows you don't eat much, so she serves each dish in a portion just for you. She's very thoughtful indeed.

Shakira playfully pretended to be silly, laughing along. Such thoughtful gestures were very appreciated by Walter, causing him to eat twice as much as usual.

As a result, when it was time to sleep. Walter lay tossing and turning with a full belly, while Shakira snoozed soundly next to him. Meanwhile. Matthew and his companions received the same meals delivered to their quarters from the villa.

Of course, the low-key National Seniors visiting Crescentville each posted similar photos on their social media. Pictures of these home-cooked dishes spread quickly through Crescentville's high society overnight

The next day, when Shakira arrived in the classroom, her classmates were buzzing about the news.

"I didn't expect those veterans to be so low-profile. They've been in Crescentville for a few days, but the news only came last night"

Yeah. They're really down-to-earth. I think they would be treated to fancy feasts, but it turns out they are eating simple home-cooked meals.

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"That's why they're called the National Seniors. Even though they've reached unparalleled heights, they still care about the people."

"My dad said lots of people are trying hard to invite National Seniors for dinner, but they don't even get a chance. Even the Governor only got to have a cup of coffee with them before they left." "But, how did they take those photos? All the fi

food is the same, but the tables and dishes look different. Don't they?"

"Maybe they all ordered from the same takeout place and ate at home?" "These netizens aren't doing w

well, huh? It's been all night, and they still haven't figured out which takeout service

was."

Xanthe listened to the gossip in the crowd for a while. When she came back, she saw Shakira working on a physics competition problem. She suddenly remembered that creep who wanted to bother Shakira. She thought about it and decided not to tell Shakira. With all the help Shakira's given her, it's her turn to handle things for her friend this time.

She leaned over to Shakira and said, "Everyone's gossiping about the National Seniors. Aren't you curious, Shakira?"

Shakira didn't even look up and replied, "They're just some old folks. Nothing to be curious about."

Not far away, Berry overheard and scoffed just loudly enough. "Some people can never get close to those kinds of figures, so being curious is pointless"

Xanthe immediately turned her head and retorted. "Oh, you act all high and mighty as if you could get close to them."

Berry gave Xanthe a sharp glare. "Xanthe, why are you showing off? It's like you could manage it."

Xanthe raised her head confidently. "Hey, I can totally do it. What are you going to do about it?"

Xanthe said proudly. The summit organizer contacted my piano teacher Evelyne Franklin, and she recommended me to perform plano compositions as the youth representative for them."

As she spoke, Xanthe clung to Shakira's arm. "Shakira, come v photo with them."

with me, okay? I can bring one guest. We might even get a

Shakira blinked and accepted her kind offer. "Okay,"

"Wow! Xanthe, you're amazing

"Evelyne Franklin has won countless awards. Not just anyone gets the chance to learn from her."

"You really need to have money."

I'm so jealous of Shakira. Xanthe is the best friend ever, always thinking of including her in all the good things."

"Seriously, Xanthe is such a great friend to everyone. If she's still hanging out with Yvette and Berry, she'd probably bring them along for the benefits too.

Hearing this. Berry's face turned pale. She snapped at the person who said it, "Who's relying on her for advantages?"

The person backed down, not daring to say anything more. Yvette patted Berry on the back, Seeing Xanthe and Shakira being admired by everyone, a faint, dark glint rose in her eyes