Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 240: Investigation Findings

Chapter 240: Investigation Findings

Blood Wolf snorted coldly. "One-Shot Blade would never expose us. He’s been in our circle for years and knows the rules. Besides, after over a decade of our training, do you really think he’d let that brat manipulate him?"

"That’s true; otherwise, that brat would’ve already made a move," the woman agreed after thinking it over.

"Are we going to take any further action?" she asked.

"Not for now. The heat’s too strong. That brat has too many connections... Ever since that incident, the police have been all over S City. We’ll hold off for now and wait for orders from my uncle," Blood Wolf said coldly.

Though he was the leader of the Blood Wolf organization, he still took orders from someone else—someone who had created Blood Wolf and without whom it wouldn’t exist.

"Should we take out One-Shot Blade?" the woman asked again.

"No need. We can get him out of there," Blood Wolf replied icily.

But the woman’s eyes flickered with worry. Eric had stationed tight surveillance around the hospital, leaving almost no chance to rescue One-Shot Blade unless they resorted to extreme measures. But doing so would only expose them, yielding no benefit.

The woman now fully realized just how difficult an opponent Eric was.

...

After a full day of rain, the sky finally cleared. The morning sun glowed red as Ella stepped out of the car, bidding farewell to Eric before heading toward the campus.

Cars lined the street near the entrance, and Eric’s car slowly turned away, leaving the front of Egerton University.

Just then, a man jumped out of another vehicle and quickly followed behind Ella. His eyes burned with intensity, so much so that he almost bumped into someone.

"Sorry!" Henry apologized quietly, quickening his pace to catch up with Ella.

Not far away, Eric’s car remained parked for a moment longer. His cold gaze followed Henry, watching his every move with precision.

A man who wasn’t infatuated with a woman wouldn’t be so careless, so distracted. His eyes wouldn’t be filled with such heat, nor would he be rushing after her into the school.

"A third-rate son of a mistress, a sheltered weakling, dares to compete with me for my woman? Looks like I’ll have to teach him a lesson he won’t forget," Eric muttered, his eyes narrowing, dark clouds crossing his face.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Mark, informing him that the area measurements he requested had been sent to his email.

Eric immediately opened his laptop and reviewed the two new files—one from Mark with the salon’s room measurements and another from Brian.

After studying them for a few moments, Eric let out a cold laugh. "Looks like I’ll have to put this plan to use after all."

Henry trusted Grace, didn’t he? Fine. Eric would make sure Henry heard for himself what kind of person Grace really was.

...

Later that day, Ella ran into Rachel after class.

Rachel greeted her with a bright smile. "Ella, want to join our department’s art club?"

Ella nearly choked on her frustration. "I’ve told you, I’m not interested in anything related to you or what you’re involved in. Please, Rachel, stop bothering me!"

This girl was seriously getting on her nerves. She’d have to find a way to deal with her soon. Rachel’s constant buzzing around her like a pesky fly was getting unbearable.

Rachel looked a little hurt, and the two girls with her seemed to take offense. "Ella, you don’t have to—"

Their words were cut off when they saw Henry striding toward them. Rachel’s face flushed as she tried to stay composed. "Ella, I’m just trying to help. You’ve never joined any clubs, so I thought you might get bored during your free time..."

"Yeah, Ella, how can you turn down Rachel’s kind offer like that?" another girl added with a sly smile.

Henry walked over, his cold gaze sweeping over Rachel. "I need to talk to her. Could you give us a moment?"

Rachel’s face fell. She had expected Henry to defend her, but it seemed she had overestimated herself. Though she felt a bitter sting, she swallowed her pride and quietly stepped aside.

Ella frowned slightly. "Say what you have to say."

Henry looked a bit awkward. He hadn’t expected Ella to dislike him this much. "I’ve been hiding my identity before, and that’s my fault. But I don’t have much to say to you. I just noticed you didn’t like Rachel, so I thought I’d help you out."

Ella glanced at Henry, suddenly finding him a bit less irritating than before. But, considering he was Grace’s son, she knew she had to keep her guard up and maintain her distance.

Just as she was about to leave, a familiar voice rang out with a hint of amusement. "Hmm? Causing trouble for my woman again?"

Eric?

What was he doing here?

Ella turned around, surprised to see Eric strolling over lazily with his hands in his pockets. A few bodyguards followed behind him, one of them carrying a box.

"Big brother, I was just trying to help her out..." Henry explained, though there was a hint of unease in his voice.

"My woman is smart enough to handle things on her own. She doesn’t need your help," Eric said mockingly, his eyes scanning Henry up and down. This time, his face was free of the usual anger or coldness.

It seemed Eric had finally realized Ella had no interest in Henry, which made Ella breathe a sigh of relief.

"Henry, get in the car with me," Eric commanded coldly, then leaned down to whisper in Ella’s ear, "You won’t have to wait long. There’s a good show coming up."

Ella’s eyes widened in surprise as Eric threw her a mischievous, confident smirk, making her heart skip a beat. His confidence meant he had something big planned.

"Alright, I’ll be waiting," Ella replied, her smile radiant, leaving Henry with a strange feeling of discomfort in his chest.

Without another word, Henry followed Eric to the car parked under the large old tree nearby.

Once inside, Henry spoke quietly, though there was a trace of pride in his voice. "What do you need, big brother?"

But the immense pressure from Eric’s presence made it feel like Henry was being crushed.

"Don’t call me big brother. My mother didn’t give birth to you," Eric sneered. "Your so-called wonderful mother can’t even compare to a single strand of my mom’s hair."

Henry’s expression darkened, his eyes growing colder. "If you have something to discuss, then let’s discuss it. Don’t insult my mother like that."

"Insult? Henry, you’re naïve and stupid if you really think your mother is some virtuous person. She’s only hidden her true nature so deeply that you can’t see it. She’s been wearing a mask of hypocrisy, even with you, her own son. What a great, loving mother," Eric said, raising his eyebrow, his face filled with cutting sarcasm.