The True Heiress's Return

Meanwhile, Shakira became widely praised as a great benefactor by everyone. The college students were perceptive and knew very well that without Shakira, their grades wouldn't have had such a good opportunity. So even if someone showed up on the forum, complaining that Shakira was preselected by the Lopez Group, he was quickly chased off by sharp-eyed people. "Who dug up this old relic? He's talking about sour." "Unbelievable, is this person really from our school? No way there could be someone who slipped through the cracks of mandatory education and ended up here. Are they even using their brain?"

"Who are you calling names, huh? You think you can badmouth our great benefactor? No way. Without Shakira, we'd never hit this jackpot. If anyone's getting that top spot, it should definitely be Shakira, or I'm not having it." "Yeah, me neither. If Shakira doesn't get into the Lopez Group, then something shady is definitely going on."

"If you want to criticize, at least have the guts not to do it anonymously. Even without connections, Shakira is still number one in her grade. If she joins the Lopez Group, that's her showing her potential. Yet you still want to criticize her? Ungrateful people." "Who's managing the forum anyway? Wake up, do something useful, and root out this traitor. Let's see which ancient grump is pretending to be all cutesy here."

Yvette saw a bunch of people lining up below, saying they would track down her ID, and she got so scared that she quickly deleted her account. This was crazy. They were actually supporting that jinx Shakira. One day they'd regret following her bad luck. Yvette was feeling anxious, knowing that Crescentville University's computer science department was one of the best in the country, with many geniuses. She quickly messaged Jayden: [Jayden, can you completely erase any trace of this ID, in a way that no one can ever find it?]

Jyden replied quickly: [Sure, whose account is this?] Yvette bit her lip. [It's my friend's. She couldn't stand a classmate

owing off, so she posted some negative comments about them on a forum using my account and computer. Now there's a backlash, and I'm worried my friend might get into trouble.]

[Understood, I can get it done in two minutes.] Sure enough, two minutes later, there was no trace of Yvette's ID. Yvette breathed a big sigh of relief.

n's talent with computers was outstanding among the domestic hackers. No college students could crack it. Yvette chuckled and chatted a bit more with Jayden.

[When are you coming back? Things aren't great at home because of Mitchell's situation. Grandma needs oxygen every day and has been crying a lot at night.]

Finn was busy with company matters, and Felix was engrossed in his medical experiments. Now that Mitchell was no longer around, she did need someone to assist her.

Jayden quickly replied: [Give it some time. Mom, Dad, and our brothers are helpless with Mitchell's situation, so there's not much reason for me to be there. I'll head back when I finish my work here.]

Yvette: [Alright, Jayden. Focus on your tasks. I've got everything covered here at home. I'll take good care of Mom and Grandma) Jayden: [Okay, I trust you.]

Among all the brothers, Jayden cared the least about family bonds because of his unique situation. But that was alright, Yvette felt he was still nicer to her than to the other family members. "Shakira, don't get too cocky. Your good days are numbered, she thought. After Matthew declared there was no cure for Walter at the Eastlake Valley Estate, Levi and Benji tried everything they could

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think of to cheer Walter up. But Walter always appeared unhappy

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So, when Shakira got back from school, she found out that Benji had specially prepared a candlelit dinner and it was set in the greenhouse right next to the alligator pond. When Shakira arrived, they were waiting just for her.

Candles, flowers, a feast, and the inviting aroma of a barbecue... The atmosphere was quite romantic, though not exactly considerate to the neighbors. Shakira glanced at the very cager Benji, and then at the alligator Otto teased by the delicious scent but unable to have any. She silently felt sorry for it.

"Shakira, you finally made it. We were just waiting for you. Benji gave a polite bow and invited her to sit next to Walter. Please have a seat."

Shakira looked at Walter, who had a grumpy expression as if he was forced to sit there. After she sat down, she leaned slightly towards Walter and whispered in his car, "Are you really not going to do anything while he messes around?"

Walter snorted. Tve been swamped with work at the company, and as soon as I got back, they dragged me here. How was I supposed to know Benji, the so-called genius, would create this mess?"

Benji, with his keen ears, covered his mouth in surprise. "Brother, you actually called me a genius? You think tonight's dinner is amazing too, don't you?"

"Walter chuckles." "Oh, that unemotional smile is his way of hiding his satisfaction. I totally understand it. Shakira thought, "You totally don't understand it, and you're just pretending

But for the sake of good food, Shakira decided to let it go. She was really hungry.

Walter watched her enjoy the meal, keeping his cool expression but eventually started eating as well, with elegance. Occasionally, when Shakira reached for a dish that was placed farther away, he would help move it closer for her. Shakira felt too lazy to cut the steak into small pieces, so Walter would cut it up for her and place it on her plate. Watching the two get along so well, Benji rested his hands under his chin, suddenly struck by an idea.

With a sly grin, Benji suddenly asked, "Shakira, has your school announced any internship opportunities?" Shakira was taught off guard, but in a flash, she understood. "So it was you?"

Benji tilted his chin up proudly. "Of course it was me. I had a former girlfriend in Crescentville too, but she was a senior and always wanted me to get her an internship at the Lopez Group, Such a great opportunity should go to you, right?" "Walter, don't you agree?" Benji wasn't really asking-he was just waiting for Walter's praise.

Walter frowned, clearly unaware of the situation. But as they talked about it, he caught on quickly. He gave a rare sincere response, "Yes."

"Oh yeah. Walter praised me twice today. I'm the best little brother in the world." Shakira thought, "Or maybe the most self- obsessed little brother ever!

Shakira rubbed her forehead, already at a loss for words. Benji glanced around and then leaned toward Walter, whispering. "Brother, this is a great chance, and you've got to seize it."