The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 -159: Boss Ying Completely Overwhelms [1 Update]

The envelope and the paper inside were waterproof, but they were made of paper after all.

No sooner had it drifted into the furnace than it had turned to ash, leaving not even debris behind.

But that did not include one letter.

This last letter thrown in remained intact.

The envelope was surrounded by flames, yet they could not even curl one of its edges.

Seeing this, the butler first froze, then as if realizing something, he immediately fetched tools to extinguish the fire.

He then put on gloves and carefully retrieved the letter.

Upon closer inspection, the butler found that not only was the envelope unharmed, but it was also free of any dust, leaving him both baffled and frightened.

He was responsible for managing the exterior of the Lorentz Castle and received dozens of traditional letters daily.

These were mostly from the fervent fans outside, which the members of the Lorentz family had stopped looking at after a few views.

They said that such letters should just be burned upon receipt in the future.

For truly important matters, such an archaic method of communication would not be used.

Burning letters had become a daily habit for the butler.

But encountering something like today was a first for him.

He had never heard of paper that could not even be burnt by fire.

What if it was some kind of toxic substance?

It would be bad if it harmed the young masters and ladies of the estate.

As the butler hesitated whether to submit the letter, footsteps sounded from the Great Hall on the first floor of the castle.

At the same time, a voice came from behind him, “Give me the letter in your hand.”

The butler snapped out of his thoughts and turned around, only to not recognize the newcomer.

However, he noticed the golden fleur-de-lis embroidered on the sleeve of the visitor’s clothing.

The golden fleur-de-lis was the symbol of the Lorentz Bank.

Only the core servants inside the castle would carry such a symbol.

The butler hurriedly handed over the letter.

“Good,” the young servant said, taking the letter and sighing softly, “I knew you’d still burn the letters, so we used nanomaterials.”

The butler, confused and afraid, ventured, “You mean…”

“It’s none of your concern,” the young servant waved off, “Go on with your duties.”

After carefully pocketing the envelope, he left the Great Hall and passed through the adjacent garden, heading towards the innermost part of the estate.

Naturally, the butler did not dare to follow.

He could be considered an old servant of the Lorentz family, having worked for thirteen years, but to this day, he was not allowed access to the castle’s innermost sanctum.

It was said that the real power holder of the Lorentz family lived there.

Not just him, even other family members could not enter without permission.

Therefore, this letter must also be intended for the true power holder.

With that thought, the butler broke out in a cold sweat.

Thank goodness the letter was safe; otherwise, no number of lives would suffice.

**

Hua Country.

Shanghai City.

Two o’clock in the afternoon.

Inside a top-tier styling salon.

This salon serviced only the socialites and rich ladies and was being booked exclusively for the first time today.

In the store, makeup artists, beauticians, hair stylists, and other technicians bustled about with numerous tools in hand.

Ying Zijin sat in front of the makeup mirror, expressionless.

Behind her were the students of Class 19 and Elder Zhong.

She had no intention of talking to any of them, nor did she want to recall how she had been dragged here.

After she finished teaching biology to Class 19 in the morning, she had fallen asleep on the desk at noon. Before she even woke up, Xiu Yu and another girl from class had pulled her away, inviting her to try a newly released dessert.

Instead of the dessert shop, Ying Zijin saw the smiling Elder Zhong waiting for her, accompanied by a bunch of eager stylists.

And then she was pressed into this chair.

“Miss Zijin, you really have good skin,” the makeup artist admired the girl enviously, “I was thinking of exfoliation and photo-whitening for you, but it seems unnecessary now.”

Picking up a nearby mask, she couldn’t wait to start, “I’ll give you a hydrating treatment for a better makeup application.”