ra hurried forward, urgency in her voice. "Conner! Why are you back sote?" Conner adjusted his tie casually. "It''s nothing. Just had a few things to handle."


    "What sort of things kept you out thiste?"


    ra couldn''t bring herself to trust a man''s words. Men were always deceitful-either enjoying themselves at home or seeking pleasures elsewhere.


    Suspicion darkened her eyes, and ra spotted a lipstick mark on Conner''s pristine white cor.


    Noticing the mark, ra felt as if she had caught onto something. She reached out and grabbed Conner''s cor, demanding, "What is this?"


    Conner nced at the lipstick mark, recalling the moment Maeve had seemingly fallen into his arms in the car, their eyes meeting as she straightened up.


    In an instant, Conner understood. Maeve was manipting him to fuel ra''s suspicions.


    As ra faced Conner''s silence, her suspicions solidified into anger.


    She barked, "Fine! You say you love me, but you won''t even touch me. It''s all just an act. I knew it, you''re really cheating on me!"


    "Nathalie, please, let me exin-"


    "I won''t listen! I''ll tell Dad right now that you never loved me, and it was all a lie."


    ra usually wielded her yful charm adeptly, but this time, as she tried to leave the manor, Conner abruptly pushed her to the ground.


    Startled, ra stared up at Conner in disbelief. "How dare you push me!"


    Conner had always treated her with gentleness, shielding her from harm. He had never shown force toward her before.


    But now, Conner''s gaze was chillingly unfamiliar, as though he were looking upon someone he loathed.


    He crouched, gripping ra''s chin tightly. "Heiress of the Ramoz family? You''re not even close."


    "You!"


    "Don''t think I''m oblivious. You''re not the Ramoz heiress. You''re just a gambler''s daughter, a murderer, a skilled Hiar. Allowing you to pose as Nathalie was my greatest act of mercy. You should be grateful."


    Conner''s words left ra stunned. "You... You knew all along?"


    "Do you think your tricks could fool me?" Conner pushed ra away leaving her trembling on the ground, consumed by fear. She had believed her actions had gone unnoticed, but Conner had been aware all along.


    Observing her vulnerable state,


    Conner sneered, "I thought you could behave and y your part, but instead, you''ve only caused me trouble You even went so far as hurt Bryce. Do you have a death wish?"


    "I... I just wanted to teach Maeve a lesson."


    ra clung desperately to Conner''s leg. "Conner, I was wrong. Please don''t tell Dad! If he finds out I''m a fraud, I''ll be back in prison!"


    Conner''s tone remained icy. "Fear suits you. You''ll meet Nathalie sooner than you think if you keep underestimating me."


    ra couldn''t shake the memory of the inmate who had begged her for help in finding Henry Ramoz with a ring.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    "Could it be true? Had Conner killed the real Nathalie Ramoz?" she wondered aloud.


    "You... Are you saying... You killed her?"