The True Heiress's Return

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It was that flashy male escort from last time. Xanthe thought. It has only been a few days and he has already expanded his business to a restaurant?'

Sean slightly tilted his head and whispered close to Xanthe's car Do me a favor, and you'll definitely get a reward later."

"This trick again? Xanthe sneered, her lips curling into a smirk. This flamboyant gigolo was really skilled at getting money from rich women, and he spent it so carelessly. On a second thought, Xanthe understood. After all, it was just about using some sweet talk during the day and putting in a little effort at night. It was a high-reward job. that quickly earned money, so spending it wasn't a worry. Seeing Xanthe staying silent, Sean thought she had agreed to his plan and told the dancer, "You see it. I really have a girlfriend

The dancer, seeing them "intimately together, threw a jealous glance at Xanthe Noticing the expensive I.K designer dress. Xanthe was wearing and the dazzling yellow diamond necklace on her neck, the dancer was frustrated and could only stomp her foot and storm off. Once the dancer left. Sean breathed a sigh of relief and removed his arm from around Xanthe. "Thanks. He automatically reached for his wallet. Before he could take it out, Xanthe's cold voice cut in. "Haven't seen you for a few days. You've managed to surprise me even more." This sounded familiar. Sean looked up and finally clearly saw Xanthe's face. You're that girl from Crescentville University the other day."

Remembering that frustrating time, Sean let out a sarcastic laugh "Running into you again. It is a small world for enemies."

Xanthe shot him a mischievous grin. Then she swiftly kicked him into the small cubicle, and before Sean could react, she propped the door shut with a mop.

"You brat, what are you doing? Let me out." Sean yelled from inside, angrily pounding on the door.

Xanthe dusted off her hands. "That's what you get for flirting around. I'm punishing you on behalf of all the girls you've tricked. Reflect on your actions in there." She ignored Sean's angry curses behind her and left the restroom feeling quite pleased. She even thoughtfully placed an "Under Maintenance" sign outside the restroom.

When she returned to the private room, Enrique was still sitting there, looking a bit lost. Xanthe closed the door and checked the time. "Where's our sponsor? Don't tell me they stood us up."

Enrique shook his head. "I doubt it. Mr. Reynolds texted me about ten minutes ago saying he's on his way. He glanced at Xanthe, whose mischievous expression was all too familiar; since she was little, whenever she pulled a prank or caused trouble, she would look just like this. like this.

Enrique felt a bad premonition. "Sweetie, where did you just go

Xanthe flashed a mysterious smile and scooted over next to Enrique. "Dad, remember the creep I told who was bothering Shakira when you picked me up from school?"

Enrique's face inunediately darkened. 'Is that jerk here eating too? Where is he? I'm going to give him a piece of my mind."

Xanthe grabbed him, giving him a 'calm down" look. "Like father, like daughter. I've already run into him, so why not teach him a good lesson?"Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Under Enrique's curious gaze, Xanthe calmly sipped her coffee with a smug smile. "I kicked him right into the smelliest stall

in the women's restroom so he could really take in the aroma and reflect on his actions."

"Enrique chuckles. That's my girl. Well done. Enrique patted Xanthe's shoulder with a pleased grin.

Enrique and Xanthe clinked their glasses, laughing happily when his phone rang. He put away his smile. "It's Mr. Reynolds

After a

answering the call, Enrique listened for a bit, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, eventually turning into a rather peculiar expression.

After hanging up the phone. Enrique's face turned unusually serious. Meanwhile, Xanthe was still cheerfully munching on peanuts and sunflower seeds. "Dad, why aren't you smiling anymore?"

Enrique felt like crying, not able to smile

at all. "Sweetie, be honest with Dad

Dad, which restroom did you kick that guy into?"

"It was the one just to the right outside our room. What's going on, Dad? Why do you look like you're about to cry?"

Enrique was truly at a loss for tears. "You silly girl, that was Mr. Reynolds."

The peanut shell dropped from Xanthe's hand. She looked absolutely shocked. "What?"

Five minutes

Five minutes es later, Sean sat in the private room with a look of resentment, emanating a faint, indescribable stench. Enrique was holding a hot towel, not sure what to do.

Xanthe stood in the farthest corner, with her head lowered. As beld as she had been earlier, now she was as timid as a quail.

She hadn't thought that flashy guy, just a gigolo, would turn out to be Sean, the chairman of Yonder Digital.

The head of such a huge company should have assistants and bodyguards with him. But Sean had nothing like that-only sunglasses and a mask and he was dressed like a luxury brand niix-up. No one would ever associate him with the high-end. sophisticated CEO. Plus, he sneaked into the school all decked out to find Shakira. Ifthat wasn't creepy, then what was?

"Mr. Reynolds, if you don't mind, maybe you could wipe it off a bit? Enrique suggested awkwardly with a forced smile.

Sean made a sarcastic sound through his nose. "If wiping it off works, why would people do laundry?" Enrique reluctantly shut his mouth. Xanthe, always ready to

to defend her dad, spoke up with displeasure, 'Deadbeat... Mr. Reynolds, this was my fault, and I'll take responsibility. Please don't take it out on my dad." Enrique was terr s terrified and quickly motioned Xanthe to not make matters worse.

He turned to speak to Sean whose face was now completely darkened with an apologetic look. "Mr. Reynolds, please don't be offended. She has been spoiled and often speaks and acts out of line. Lask you to be forgiving and not to hold grudger against her Sean let out a cold snort, with his voice filled with sarcasm. "As i dare to hold it against her. What if she throws money in my face again, or even worse, pushes me into a toilet when I'm not watching?" Enrique was incredibly anxious. "Sweetheart, come here and apologize to Mr. Reynolds."

I didn't do anything wrong; it was obviously," said Xanthe.

Enrique gave a sharp look, and Xanthe immediately lost her energy. After all, Sean was the one with the financial power. He was even more intimidating than her own dad

She walked over to Mr. Reynolds, with her neck straight and movements suff. She had no choice but to bow to money.

"Sorry, Mr. Reynolds."

Sean lifted his chin arrogantly, glancing sideways at the girl whose lips were tightly pressed in defiance. "I accept the apology, but there's this smell on me."

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Enrique quickly said, "Mr. Reynolds, please wait a moment. I'll go to the mall next door and get you a new set of clothes." After saying that, he headed our without waiting for Sean's response. Just before stepping out, he reminded Xanthe again. "Make sure to apologize sincerely to Mr. Reynolds. He's a kind-hearted person; if you're sincere, he won't give you a hard time." With the private room door closed, only the two of them remained, staring at each other with wide eyes.

Sean could clearly understand Enrique's intention. He chuckled softly, not too cold, not too warm. "Your dad supports you. He's put me on such a high pedestal, worried I'll make things tough for you." "My dad has always been doting on me since I was little." She paused, squinting at Sean. "So if you have any issues, direct them at me. Giving my dad a hard time is not what a gentleman would do." Sean leaned back easily, arms crossed.