Under the Heiress' Facade

Keyboards clacking, Hera and Bernard fought for dozens of rounds. The longer it took, the faster they attacked, and the more difficult it became.

Hera's eyes flitted back and forth on the screen, scanning the lines of codes that kept appearing. She felt cornered by the other person's virus who had the advantage of surprise. She could feel that this person was better than her.

She sharpened her focus, and her typing sped up.

Suddenly, the other person stopped defending and attacking. Hera finally found an opening and immediately cleared the virus. Then, she quickly ramped up her attacks. Just as she was about to break through the other person's defenses, the screen turned dark.

Her laptop was out of battery! She remembered that she had connected the power source before this. As her gaze followed the charger, she saw Tiramisu chewing on the cable merrily!

Hera was speechless. She stood up and snatched away the cable, wagging her finger at Tiramisu's nose. "Suddenly, I understand why your father always wanted to turn you into stew." Tiramisu looked shocked. Its master was being negatively influenced! It scampered away.

Hera sighed in exasperation.

On the other side, Bernard was typing at top speed. He had the advantage of being first and was about to hack into the other person's defenses to check their Internet Protocol address. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the office, and the door was pushed open. Two people barged in.

The leading person was a young boy, around 15 or 16 years old. Right behind him was a man who looked around 25 years old.

They were sent from Killian Corporation.

The man was called Frederick Killian. He was Bernard's fourth brother and Rhett Killian's son. He was in charge of auditing for Killian Corporation's sub-companies.

The young boy was Roman Killian, the adoptive son of Aurora, who was Bernard's eldest brother's daughter. He was smart and lively, good at being likable among the Killian family members. He was well-loved by Chad and Aurora.

Bernard immediately stopped typing. He glanced up at the two men walking in as a chill emanated from his gaze.

Douglas followed behind them and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop them..."

"Why do you need to stop us? Is it because Granduncle Bernard is slacking off at work?"

Roman skipped curiously to Bernard's desk and peeked at the computer screen.

Bernard swiftly used a hotkey to change windows. It changed to display the private photos he hadn't exited before this.

Roman took a look and became shocked. "Oh... Granduncle, why are you looking at such racy photos at work? What's more, these are photos of a man! Don't tell me you like men?"

Hearing this, Frederick's eyes lit up. The way he looked at Bernard also changed.

"No wonder you aren't married yet. It's because you have different tastes," he teased.

Douglas was astonished. What was Bernard looking at? What a great misunderstanding!

Bernard put on a stern poker face and said coldly, "As members of the Killian family, where have your manners gone? Get out and knock on the door again!"

Frederick's and Roman's expressions froze. They didn't expect Bernard to be so strict.

If they were talking about ages, Frederick was older than Bernard by one year, but Bernard was technically still his uncle. Regarding this, Frederick had always felt uncomfortable about it. Especially since Bernard was a bastard child. Even though he had been accepted into the Killian family and was officially registered in the family registrar, he was still an outsider.

This time, the headquarters sent them to audit his company, but Bernard wouldn't even show them an ounce of respect.