Facade

“Holy crap, is this what I think it is?” 

“My world collapsed!” 

“Instead of using these shady methods, why not practice speaking properly instead?” 

“I wasted my vote. I’m regretting it now.” 

“The last person who openly flirted with Christopher was Janiya. She is now sleeping on the streets.” 

“I have to agree, Hera’s classy face suits the academic genius vibe perfectly” 

“I agree with the comment above.” 

“Good looks are just a facade. She can never change her country–bumpkin nature. She’s definitely not on par with our top student.” 

“Country bumpkin, stay away from Christopher!” 

“Maybe Hera just genuinely wants Christopher to tutor her!” 

“Whether it’s tutoring or something else, we’ll find out at Friday’s speech contest” 

Upon seeing the photos on the forum, Zyler felt a surge of anger. 

His suspicions were confirmed, as Hera had indeed flirted with Christopher. 

The image of Christopher willingly opening the car door for her only boeled Zyler’s disdain. 

He harbored a deep contempt for Hera. 

First, she attempted to separate Giselle from him, then she tried to seduce Douglas, and now she was attempting to ensnare his good friend. Zyler couldn’t help but wonder if she was trying to make him jealous or if she was simply inherently manipulative. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He couldn’t comprehend how someone as academically accomplished as Christopher could be bended by her. 

He immediately called Christopher. He was unable to stand by and watch his good friend become one of Hera’s victims. 

Christopher sat reservedly in the Lincoln carriage on the way to the Ludden residence, occasionally glancing at Hera beside him. 

Hera sat with her legs crossed lazily, playing games on her phone against the backseat cushion. She appeared casual but exuded an aura of aloofness that kept others at bay. 

Christopher pondered that a game capable of captivating Hera to sech an extent must be sophisticated, possibly even related to academic pursuits. 

“Hera, what game are you playing?” he couldn’t help but inquire. 

He also wanted to join in and play along with Hera 

Without batting her eyelids, Hera uttered, “A basic matching game.” 

At that moment, his phone rang. It was Zyler 

“Hey, Zee,” Christopher answered. 

“Chris, as your good friend, I have a question for you. Are you and Hera together?” 

Unaware of the fervor on the school forum, Christopher interpreted it as a question on their current location. 

Glancing at Hera beside him, he replied, “Yes, how did you know?” 

Zyler’s fury spiked at his response. 

“Chris, some things might be hard to hear, but as your good friend, I feel obligated to tell you,” he said seriously. 

“What’s wrong” Christopher’s tone matched Zyler’s seriousness. 

“I suggest you break up with Hera as soon as possible. She’s not as good as you thi 

think.” 

Christopher frowned 

“What do you mean?” 

“She may put on a good front and prove to be the true heiress to the Everett family, but she can’t hide the fact that she grew up in a rural village. She lacks education, seeks shortcuts, and has arhadir persond life,” Zyler explained