The True Heiress's Return novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 

Yvette’s pupils dilated, staring at Shakira, who seemed to invisibly grip her very lifeline as if she had seen a ghost. Seeing her reaction, Shakira’s face twisted in even more derision. 

At this moment, a loud banging echoed from the door that had been blocking out all the noise from outside–they were trying to break in. A storm brewed in Yvette’s eyes, but she forced herself to stay calm and pretend not to care. 

ON. 
way. Shakira. Don’t think you can frame me so easily. I’m not a fool and won’t fall for your tricks again. Last time, Shakira tricked her with fake surveillance screenshots to take shares of the Smith family. Now, she was trying the same old trick. 

If Shakira really had evidence, she would have exposed it. Yvette bought, “How could she possibly have kept it hidden all this time?” 

Shakira saw through her thoughts instantly and smirked. “I can’t be bothered with the nonsense of the Nelson family. I didn’t plan to get involved, but you shouldn’t overreach and meddle in places you shouldn’t touch 

Yvette laughed as if she had heard a joke. “I only taught Xanthe a lesson. You don’t seriously consider her a friend, do you? Don’t forget, when she was on my side, she never missed a chance to harm you.” 

Shakira shrugged it off, tucking a strand of hair behind her shoulder. “What if I just want to teach you a lesson because I can’t stand you?” She gave Yvette a once–over. “No matter how nicely you dress, you’re still a little thief” 

The arrogant way she carried herself made Yvette grit her teeth in hatred. Clearly, she was supposed to be the adored little princess of the Nelson family, while Shakira was nothing but a useless outcast discarded without mercy. 

Yvette thought, ‘Why should Shakira go to act so carefree and fearless in front of me? She is supposed to have nothing and be a pitiful wreck haunted by bad luck. Why is she still so full of life? Why isn’t she ruined? Why isn’t she dead yet? 

She wanted to rip apart Shakira’s arrogant, striking face, but she couldn’t even lift her hands. With a loud crash, a piece of the door lock snapped off. 

“If you don’t believe me, go ahead and try. Let’s see who won’t be able to stay in n Crescentville once those people outside get in Shakira didn’t waste any more words and glanced at the door lock, which was barely holding from the repeated impacts. 

Her red lips parted. “Five.” Yvette stiffened her face, but a hint of panic showed in her eyes. “Four, Three.” The door lock fell off, 

eaving only one useless latch. 

“Two.” Yvette instinctively held her breath–Shakira’s smile became even more intriguing. “One.” 

With a loud crash, the heavy wooden door was kicked open from outside. Evelyne entered with security guards following and was startled to see Yvette clutching her hand on the floor, with her head bowed like a wilted flower crushed underfoot. 

She immediately pointed at Shakira and shouted angrily, “Arrest her. She’s the one who intentionally harmed Ms. Nelson” 

Shakira gave a calm smile. “Wait,” Yvette shivered all over. “Wait. She lifted her head, with her pale–face trying to give some reassurance to Evelyne. “Ms. Franklin, it wasn’t Shakira. I just accidentally fell.” 

Instinctively, Evelyne placed her hand on Yvette’s back and was surprised to find her exposed skin was all wet. Shocked, she then noticed that Yvette’s wrist was ridiculously swollen. “Yvette what happened to your hand?” 

“I’m sorry, Ms. Franklin. I can’t play the piano anymore. We should hurry and find Xanthe instead,” said Yvette. 

Evelyne shook her head. “No way, this summit is really strict. Anyone caught disrupting the order is kept in the isolation room, and no one is allowed out until the summit is over.” 

Yvette pretended to be regretful and guilty, “What about the performance? It’s all my fault. Had I been careful, this mess