The True Heiress: Legend Mode novel Chapter 210

With that final threat, she released her grip, completely ignoring Scarlett as she casually unlocked the door and strolled into the house.

Even after Juno had vanished inside, Scarlett stood frozen, unable to process the sheer whiplash of what had just happened.

Why was Sylvie suddenly acting like this?

Was her sweet, innocent personality in front of Balfour entirely fake?!

She wasn't the pure little victim she pretended to be!

She walked around acting so harmless all the time!

That manipulative, two-faced bitch!

But thinking about it more closely, Sylvie was acting drastically different. Could it actually be a completely different person?

No, she had to test her.

She absolutely refused to let a dangerous, unstable element remain by Balfour's side.

Meanwhile, Balfour—who had supposedly left—was standing perfectly hidden in the shadows, listening to the entire exchange with a blank expression before finally walking away.

The house was entirely empty, with no staff or servants waiting inside.

It made things remarkably easy.

Juno immediately contacted Morgan. "Why wasn't Scarlett Vance in the intelligence file?"

"She's just Sylvie's study companion. She slipped under the radar."

Juno held the phone to her ear. "Dig into Sylvie's entire social network immediately."

She couldn't risk Balfour noticing the cracks in her disguise before the mission even began.

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At the Sloane estate, Juno was treated like a ghost. No one paid her any attention.

Sylvie's complete lack of status in the family ironically gave Juno incredible freedom of movement.

The next day, Juno walked into Sylvie's classroom. The second she sat down at her desk, Scarlett slammed her hand onto the table.

Juno lazily turned her eyes toward her. "What?"

Scarlett was practically vibrating with rage. "Drop the act, Sylvie! It didn't take long for you to show your true colors. Just admit it—this is the real you! You're completely faking that pathetic, weak persona in front of Balfour!"

Juno looked at her like she was an idiot, leaning into the provocation. "Yeah, I am. But he's obsessed with me anyway. Does that ruin your day?"

They were doing it.

She had no choice.

Later, inside an empty, echoing dance studio, the spotless mirrors perfectly reflected Juno crashing onto the hardwood floor over and over again.

After watching her completely wipe out for what felt like the hundredth time, Morgan rubbed his temples in sheer defeat.

When it came to dancing, Juno looked completely uncoordinated.

She didn't possess a single artistic bone in her body.

It was baffling how someone so lethal and fluid in combat could be so tragically clumsy on a dance floor.

A towel draped around her neck, Juno sat on the floor, her hair plastered to her face with sweat, violently gasping for air.

Dammit.

How did humans actually learn to do this?

What kind of demonic torture was this?!