I'm The Fake Heiress? Time To Reveal My 100 Identities! Novel - Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Full of Pink Helen lifted her brows and gave the main house a quick, casual look. Finished "Dr. Coleman, you handle removing the needles," she said to Zion. "I've got something I need to take care of." "Oh, come on, don't bail yet!" "I still have a ton of things I want to ask. That needle you used just now-what's so special about that spot?" The phone that had been quiet exploded with a mess of elders talking over each other. Zion grabbed it and barked, "You should be grateful you even got to watch Ms. Helen work! And now you want to slow her down?

Get lost!" He hung up fast, shoved the phone into his pocket, and then flashed Helen a way-too-bright grin. "Ms. Helen, I'll handle the rest. Go do whatever you need to do!" She nodded. "Thanks. I'll send you the full steps for today's needling later. Study it on your own." Then, she stopped the incoming calls, looked at her family, and said, "Grandpa, you need real rest after needling. Don't overdo it, or the effects will drop. "Dad, Mom, Hector, I've got errands. I'll be back tonight. Watch Grandpa and don't let him stay up waiting." With that, she rushed off.

Alexander and Rebecca had been ready to pour out their thanks, but the excitement caught in their throats. Sometimes, it was a headache having an amazing daughter. She had just come home, but moments with her were rare. Before they could talk at all, she was gone again. They felt a little down, but they still fully supported her. Prometheus Institute, central control room. 1/3 12:52 Mon, Apr 13 Chapter 68 Full of Pink A huge screen showed a bunch of camera feeds. One of them was a recording. It showed Helen's pink, lace-filled, dreamy bedroom. Wendy walked in and stole Helen's laptop.

Following William's plan, she passed it to a guy in a baseball cap. VPN 79 Finished Philip stood in front of the screen, pointing as William grabbed the laptop from the man and hurried away. Above William, a tag read, "Target A-William." "Ms. Walcott, your bait was excellent. You exposed the traitor at home and hooked an even bigger target." In the tense silence, a smooth, lazy laugh drifted out. A tall, slim man lounged against the console, looking dangerous and way too good-looking. His cold, unreal features were almost wicked. He smirked, eyes on the footage, leaning slightly toward Helen.

Timothy's handsome face carried a teasing edge, charming like a sly fox. "It turns out that Ms. Walcott likes rooms decorated like this." The whole pink screen made it impossible to ignore. Many experts in the room heard him and glanced once more at the bubblegum-colored space. Helen was speechless. When she used her laptop to switch on the camera and record everything, she already knew the room would attract attention. Whatever. She was used to it. As long as Rebecca liked it, that was enough. Everyone else could think what they wanted.