The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 68

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Barnaby was spinning his phone absently in his left hand, as if turning the thought over in his mind.

Axel was thrown by the non-sequitur, completely failing to connect it to Barnaby giving up the Obsidian Pearl.

When no insight came, he discreetly pulled out his phone again and ran a quick search.

Hesitantly, he offered one of the results. “Maybe it means she’s into him? That she really values his gift?”

“I know, right?” Barnaby agreed, a subtle grin tugging at his lips.

‘So Hannah’s the Nameless Healer I’ve been trying to track down,’ he thought, the truth dawning on him. ‘And she told me she wasn’t coming to the auction.

‘Is this her idea of a surprise? Well, maybe I’ll just act like I’m still in the dark.

Watching him closely, Axel couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unusually off about Barnaby today.

The door suddenly flew open with a sharp crack, slamming against the wall.

Percival rushed in, breathless. “Where is she? The Nameless Healer.”

She was more than just a healer to him. She was his idol.

Axel, seeing Percival had finally arrived, quickly grabbed him by the arm and pulled him aside. “She’s already left,” he muttered under his breath.

“But forget her for a second. Just check on Barnaby. Are you sure he’s okay?” Without waiting for a full reply, he nudged Percival forward toward their leader.

And there was Barnaby, seated comfortably in his ornate chair. He reclined with one leg crossed over the other, casually sipping a glass of red wine with an air of complete relaxation.

“Barnaby, what’s…” Percival started, confusion clear in his voice.

“Percival,” Barnaby interrupted smoothly, not letting him finish. “Set up a meeting for me with the Nameless Healer.”

Percival paused, instantly grasping that Barnaby didn’t mean a formal audience as the Scepter House’s Master.

“A consultation? But I thought we had Ms. Carter for that,” Percival said.

They had called off the search for the Nameless Healer specifically after finding Hannah.

Now, after finally securing the Obsidian Pearl, Barnaby had handed it over to this mysterious woman and was now asking for a private meeting.

“Wait, are you… switching targets?” Percival asked.

Barnaby took a slow, deliberate sip of his wine. “It’s something you single fellows wouldn’t understand.”

Percival and Axel could only exchange a look, both struck silent by the sheer irony of the statement. After all, Barnaby was, by any definition, still very much single himself.

After parting ways with Hannah, Candy returned to the fifth level just in time to witness a figure emerging from Booth 509, draped in a striking crimson cloak and wearing a golden mask.

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“Let’s see who’s behind this charade,” Candy murmured, striding purposefully toward the woman. “Well, hello there.”

“Can I help you?” Daisy responded warily, eyeing the woman adorned head-to-tor in glittering diamonds.

She immediately recognized Candy as the companion who had been with the Nameless Healer earlier.

“What an intriguing mask,” Candy remarked, closing the distance with a deceptively sweet smile. “Mind if I take a closer look?”

Daisy retreated cautiously. “I’d rather not.”

“And why is that?” Candy pressed, her wide eyes belying her aggressive advance. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Tell me, what’s it like pretending to be someone you’re not, impostor?”

Beneath the mask, Daisy’s face went pale. She shoved Candy away instinctively.

But Candy had anticipated this. With a swift motion, she ripped the mask from Daisy’s face and delivered a forceful shove that sent the woman stumbling to the floor.

“How dare…” Daisy began, her voice trembling with shock.

The commotion caught the attention of Iris, who had just descended from the sixth level. She hurried over and helped Daisy to her feet.

“Are you all right, Ms. Reese?” she asked, surprised to recognize the unmasked face.

They had occasionally crossed paths at social functions, though they never became properly acquainted.

“Perfectly fine, thank you,” Daisy replied, quickly composing herself with a practiced smile.

Iris turned to confront Candy. “What exactly provoked you to push her like that?”

By now, the auction had concluded and guests were streaming from their private boxes, casting disapproving glances at the

scene.

Not wanting to attract further attention, Candy shot Daisy one last contemptuous look, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips.

‘Consider yourself lucky. Now everyone sees you for the fraud you are,’ she thought.

With a final dismissive gesture, she tossed the mask into a non-recyclable bin, brushed her hands clean, and strode away without looking back.

Little did Candy know that her actions would achieve the opposite of her intentions.

Rather than exposing Daisy as a fraud, she had inadvertently solidified the growing misconception that Daisy was the legendary Nameless Healer, a twist of fate that would later fill her with profound regret.

“What’s her problem?” Iris muttered under her breath, staring at Candy’s retreating figure in disbelief.

Daisy remained unflustered, calmly taking in the suspicious glances from those around her. A gentle smile graced her lips as she explained, “Don’t mind her. We were just messing around.”

With that single remark, she deftly reframed the confrontation as nothing more than playful banter between friends.

Iris’ eyes drifted to the nearby booth number 508.

The Bidder 508 had outbid the Master tonight for the Obsidian Pearl, stealing the spotlight and causing quite a stir.

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She also recognized Candy. The woman had apparently arrived with Daisy, and they’d been seated together in the same viewing area.

Daisy’s casual “messing around” served as a subtle yet clear indication that she and Candy were acquainted.

Iris’ eyes swept over the crimson cloak draped across Daisy’s shoulders, then dropped to the discarded golden mask on the floor. The pieces clicked into place: Daisy’s renowned medical lineage, her celebrated genius in the field since childhood.

Suddenly, the truth struck Iris with thrilling clarity: Daisy was the mysterious figure the elite had been desperately seeking. the Nameless Healer.

A portly man with a receding hairline stepped forward, pressing his card into her hands with unctuous deference.

He beamed. “The Nameless Healer! What an honor. I represent VitaCore Pharmaceuticals. Perhaps we might discuss a collaboration?”

“Lady, would it be possible to schedule a consultation? My father requires medical attention.”

“Here’s my contact information, miss. I’d be honored if you’d keep it.”

“Miss, might I have the pleasure of your contact details?”

“Miss, would you consider reselling the Obsidian Pearl? I’m prepared to offer 330 million.”

Soon, Daisy found herself completely surrounded by an eager crowd of admirers, each vying for her attention.

Daisy opened her mouth to explain that they had the wrong person and she wasn’t the legendary Nameless Healer.

But the protest died before it reached her lips. She wasn’t the fabled healer, yet her medical expertise was genuine.

In that moment of hesitation, Iris’ summoned bodyguards cut through the crowd, creating a path to freedom.

As the elevator descended, Daisy broke the silence. “I appreciate your intervention, Ms. Thole.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Iris replied, her gaze thoughtful. “Though I must confess, I hadn’t anticipated discovering that you are the very practitioner we’ve been seeking.”

Daisy caught the implication immediately, a faint shadow of discomfort crossing her features. “Does someone in your family require medical attention, Ms. Thole?”

“Straight to the point. I appreciate that.” Iris’ smile was measured. “My grandma and I came for the Obsidian Pearl tonight. When she saw you bidding, she instructed me to withdraw.”

The unspoken meaning hung between them.

As Hannah had noted earlier, wealth alone couldn’t secure everything. The Thole family’s deliberate withdrawal had enabled Hannah’s successful bid.

Choosing not to challenge the assumption, Daisy simply smiled as the elevator doors opened.

She offered her card. “I’d be happy to discuss this further when time permits. Please excuse me for now.”

Iris accepted the card, her expression brightening with renewed hope. At last, a potential solution for her condition seemed within reach.