The True Heiress: Legend Mode novel Chapter 226

While Juno was watching her people, Lorcan was watching her.

He rubbed his neck, his gaze growing increasingly unsettled as he stared at the woman standing across the lawn.

Why did he feel like he had seen her before?

He just couldn't place where.

Deep down, he actually felt a lingering sense of fear toward her.

She was just a woman. What did he have to be afraid of?

Yet every time he saw her, his nearly healed injuries started throbbing all over again.

It was absolutely ridiculous.

Lorcan wasn't the only one watching her; Belinda was too.

Seeing the other woman's pale complexion, she smugly concluded that she was feeling thoroughly intimidated.

The people gathered here today were titans Juno could never hope to meet back in Kingsland.

People who couldn't be bought with all the money in the world.

If there was one person Belinda had ever genuinely respected, it was only one woman.

The 'original' Juno Mercer.

She had been utterly in awe of her.

Belinda noticed several attendees who used to be close with the deceased leader. Her 'death' had been a devastating loss for many; to them, she was a flawless legend.

When they heard she had been with Chuck, they had sincerely wished them the best.

How would they react if they found out he had betrayed her memory and taken up with some cheap knockoff who merely shared her name?

Belinda strolled over to Lucia, exchanging a few pleasantries before casually bringing up the 'new' girl's relationship with Chuck.

Lucia wasn't stupid; she knew exactly what the heiress was trying to do.

Idly twirling her ring, she didn't bother hiding her mockery. "Belinda, we both know exactly what you're trying to pull here. No one uses me as their loaded gun."

Did this idiot seriously think she could trick her into harassing her own boss?

Keep dreaming.

Her knees still hurt from the last time she got slammed into the floor.

Just this small detail was enough to showcase the sheer aristocratic pedigree of the hosts.

The opening dance was scheduled to be performed by Belinda and Chuck.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the heiress maintained her haughty posture, every movement dripping with refined elegance.

She approached him, delicately lifting her skirt in a flawless curtsy. But just as she reached out to touch him, his face turned to ice, and he violently swatted her hand away. "Don't touch me."

It was a rejection that practically created a mile-wide chasm between them.

His voice wasn't overly loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear.

Using such crude phrasing at a high-society event like this... wasn't exactly appropriate, was it?

Lucia, watching the spectacle, didn't change her expression, but her eyes widened slightly. "Has he always been this unhinged?"

It didn't quite align with her memories of him.

From what she remembered, he had always been deeply two-faced.

Tristan, sitting beside her, didn't even bother looking at the drama. Taking a sip of his rich red wine, he casually replied, "Who do you think Juno learned that attitude from?"