Under the Heiress' Facade

Bernard held his phone in his left hand and flipped it in his palm as he contemplated the question.

Samson's face was a picture of confusion at this seemingly random inquiry. He wondered about its connection to Bernard giving the Eclipse Stone away.

Samson racked his brains but couldn't make sense of it. So, he discreetly pulled out his phone and quickly Googled the question.

He selected a response and tentatively said, "Maybe it means the girl likes the guy… and that she values the gifts he gives…"

"I think so, too," Bernard replied with a smirk.

It turned out that Hera was the anonymous miracle doctor he had been searching for all this time.

She also deliberately lied to him about not attending the auction. He wondered if she was planning to surprise him and if he should keep up the pretense.

Sensing something amiss, Samson observed Bernard's strange behavior.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang.

Johnson dashed in.

He panted and asked, "Where is Dr. Shadow?"

He idolized the miracle doctor.

When Samson saw him, he hurriedly pulled Johnson aside and whispered, "Dr. Shadow is gone. Quick! Check on Bernard. Is he alright?"

Then, he steered Johnson toward Bernard.

At that moment, Bernard was sitting on his throne with his legs crossed. Johnson saw Bernard leisurely sipping his red wine. He didn't look sick at all.

"Bernard, why—"

Bernard interrupted him, "Johnson, schedule a time for me to meet with Dr. Shadow."

Johnson hesitated. He realized Bernard wasn't talking about a formal meeting.

"Are you receiving treatment? Don't you have Ms. Hera?"

Johnson recalled their decision to forgo seeking out the miracle doctor upon meeting Hera. After securing the Eclipse Stone and entrusting it to Dr. Shadow, the sudden urgency for another meeting hinted at something more significant.

"Are you falling for someone else?"

Bernard took a sip of his wine.

"You single lads wouldn't understand."

Johnson and Samson exchanged glances.

They mused, "What's that about being single, Boss? Aren't you still flying solo?"

…

After Samantha parted ways with Hera, she returned to the fifth floor and happened to see someone exiting Room 509.

The individual was wearing a red cloak and a golden mask.

"I'd love to see who you really are, imposter," Samantha muttered to herself as she strode toward that individual.

"Hey, miss."

"Hello?"

Camille eyed Samantha warily. She looked at Samantha's sparkling appearance, like a porcelain doll covered in diamonds.

She remembered Samantha, the international movie star who was with Dr. Shadow earlier.

"That mask of yours looks really nice. Might I take a look?"

Samantha smiled and leaned toward her.

Camille cautiously took a step back.

"Sorry, it's not convenient."

"Why not?"

Samantha blinked innocently, but her approach was anything but harmless.

In a voice audible only to both of them, she asked, "Is it fun to imitate others? Imposter."

Camille's face under the mask paled instantly, and she immediately pushed Samantha away. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Samantha seemed to have anticipated her actions. She raised her hand and forcefully pulled off Camille's mask, then pushed her back.

Camille couldn't keep her balance and fell to the ground. Her face turned pallid.

"You..."

Aurora, who was coming down from the sixth floor in search of someone, happened to witness the scene. She rushed forward to help Camille up.

"Are you okay, Ms. Chime?"

She looked at Camille's face and was somewhat surprised.