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Under the heiress facade

Chapter 323
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Hera continued to stay silent.

Bernard asked again, "Is it really an after-effect?" Hera picked up the pillow on the bed to throw it at him.

Bernard caught the pillow and chuckled. He decided to stop messing with her and threw the pillow back to the bed. He then got ready to take a shower.

When he took off his clothes, he noticed in the mirror that the scars on his chest seemed to have beclighter. Bernard looked all over his body and noticed that the grisly scars had really faded. Even the old scar on his waist and the newly acquired one on his thigh were lighter, especially the new scar.

He turned around, his back facing the mirror. The big scars on his back had also faded.

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His gaze flickered as his heart warmed and the corners of his lips lifted unconsciously.

He quickly showered and went out. Hera had already worn her jacket and was playing with her phone on the couch.

"Sweetie, did you really not do anything when I was asleep? I noticed that my scars look much lighter," Bernard asked as he got dressed.

Hera didn't even look at him. "They looked really ugly, so I put on sointment. There's still a bit left. Take it and use it every night consistently for 21 days." "No one will care about that. You're the only one who can see them," Bernard said.

Hera clicked her tongue. "Won't you feel burdened when you see them yourself?" Surely he would be reminded of all the times he got injured whenever he saw them. Removing the scars would also help him to forget the unpleasant memories.

"Sscars should be remembered forever." When Bernard said that, his gaze beccold. Even Hera felt the temperature in the room drop. She watched him, and for a moment, she realized that this was the real Bernard-cold, scheming, and vengeful.

"But if you don't like them, I can remove all of them." Bernard grinned mischievously.

The cold air emanating from him disappeared immediately, as if what happened just now was just her imagination.

Hera was speechless. Until now, she still hadn't seen every side of him.

"Let's go and get food. I'm so hungry." Hera took her phone and walked out.

When they went out, Bernard glanced at the silver laptop on the couch that was blocked by Hera just now. He remembered that when they came, he didn't see her bring a laptop.

They went to a private room on the second floor. At this hour, the chefs at the Imperial Hotel were already off work. However, the manager still called them back.

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After Hera and Bernard ordered their food, they sat opposite each other at the long table. Neither of them spoke as they were on their phones.

Bernard had slept for an entire 48 hours. When he turned on his phone, it almost exploded with a flood of notifications.

First, he read Samson's updates on how Raven breached Astral Nova's firewall. His eyes narrowed.

Raven actually broke through his carefully designed firewall system. he even made an appearance to stir trouble when he was the most famous hacker on the capture list. Suddenly, Bernard felt an increasing interest in Raven. Bernard sent a message to Samson: "There's no need to fix the breached hole." Samson: "Why? If we don't fix it, we'll be easy prey when Raven attacks again." Bernard: "We'll be waiting for Raven to fall into our hands." Samson: "Amazing!"

Bernard logged into another Whataccount, which showed Grandmaster of Astral Nova's i's profile.

At the top of his unread contacts was a message from Shadow. "There's a batch of special medicine made from leftover material from the Eclipse Stone. It's limited stock. What do you say we put it up for auction at Astral Nova?" Bernard looked up at Hera sitting opposite him. He smiled and replied: "Yes."

Hera was looking through the Divine Forum. Since she published the research on manufacturing-medicine, research on many drug-manufacturing companies had contacted her to mass-produce the special drug. Just then, she received a Whatmessage. X