Under the Heiress' Facade
Chapter 193

After breakfast, Hera dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin. "How many days are we spending in Lumiville? I need to pack myself a bag too." Bernard must have been bored out of his mind, seeing as he was confined at home during the past week just to recuperate. It was a good idea to spend the day traveling.

"I've already packed a bag for you," Bernard replied. "We might return tomorrow night. If you want to spend a few extra days in Lumiville, we can always delay our return."

Hera was quite surprised, to say the least. Did Bernard pack her underwear for her as well?

When it was time for Hera and Bernard to leave, Tiramisu stood guard at the door. Once the front door opened, it shot out of the apartment happily. It slowed down to a stop at the elevator before turning around to look at Hera with its huge, dark eyes. At the same time, it kept wagging its curly tail as though it was begging her to take it along.

Bernard strolled over to Tiramisu before picking it up with one hand. Then, he started walking back to the apartment.

Having realized what Bernard was planning to do, Tiramisu wiggled out of his grasp while grunting angrily. Upon landing on the ground, it dashed back to Hera's feet before snorting coquettishly at her.

"If Tiramisu isn't scared of the outside world, I suppose it can come with us." Hera picked Tiramisu up and stroked its head lovingly.

Tiramisu narrowed its eyes joyfully. It then nestled in Hera's arms while snorting in content.

"Is Tiramisu getting lonely? Why else would it want to interrupt our private time together?"

Bernard just shot Tiramisu a cold glare.

Hera didn't know what to say in return.

The group soon descended to the first floor. The bodyguard had already loaded the trunk with everyone's baggage. Upon noticing their arrival, he opened the car door for them.

Half an hour later, the group reached a huge airport. A plane was already waiting for them on the tarmac. All preparations were done, so it could take off anytime.

Hera cradled Tiramisu in her arms as she scanned around her surroundings. The plane was parked extremely far from the terminal. Clearly, it was a private plane.

The plane was actually a modified version of Boeing 474. The interior furnishings made it look like a portable hotel in air-a cluster of rooms such as the bedroom, dining room, living room, study, bathroom, as well as kitchen were fitted into the plane itself. Needless to say, the facilities were pretty well-rounded on the plane.

As long as the plane had enough fuel, Hera had no doubt that they could live permanently in the sky.

After taking a tour of the plane, Hera was completely baffled by how luxurious the plane was. She sought out an air stewardess and entrusted Tiramisu to her.

Once she was sure that Tiramisu was comfortable in its spot, Hera proceeded to go to the living room. She plopped down on the armchair next to Bernard's couch.

"Bernard, I thought you told me you led a difficult life in the Killian residence."

Hera turned to look at Bernard. She wondered how he could explain his way out of this.

Bernard replied coolly, "I rented this plane."

Hera shot a look at the logo stitched on the napkin before her. It belonged to XS Corporation.

She vaguely remembered what XS Corporation was like.

Two years ago, XS Corporation had

stolen a major project from the Killians That was how it rose to success in an instant. In just two years, it was able to join the ranks of the top ten corporations in Jadonia.

The president of XS Corporation was Theo Smith. He was a self-made entrepreneur as well.

Two years after XS Corporation was founded, Theo was able to purchase a customized private plane that cost at least 500 million Terranian dollars to build. Clearly, the profits he made from the project he had stolen from the Killians were very lucrative.

The head of the Killian family must hate XS Corporation's guts a lot. In that case, how was it possible for Bernard to rent a plane from XS Corporation?

Hera replied, "You really don't care about the consequences, huh?"

Bernard chose not to respond to Hera at all.

...

Sometime after the plane took off, Hera took off her seatbelt once the plane was stabilized. She went to check on Tiramisu right away.

It was Tiramisu's first time on a

plane. It must have been terrified by the loud roars of the plane's engines during take-off, for it cowered in the corner of the cage while trembling in fright.

Hera opened the cage door and began stroking Tiramisu. Her heart throbbed for the poor pig.

"Is it okay?" Bernard strolled over with a camera at that moment.

"It's frightened." Hera gently scooped Tiramisu out of the cage.

Bernard shot Tiramisu a glance. "If it does, we can always make a meal out of it," he commented casually.

Tiramisu shuddered before grunting at Bernard unhappily, as though it was cursing at him.

"See? It can still fight back. That means it won't die, so don't worry about it," Bernard said to Hera.

Both Tiramisu and Hera fell silent.