Under the Heiress' Facade novel Chapter 653

Augustus was clearly aware of the news on Twitter as he said sternly, "Since you're so upset about this, you might as well find a way to handle it! You shouldn't have offended them if you couldn't handle it!"

"Look at what's happening to us, but you're still siding with them! You—" Priscilla still wanted to argue with Augustus, but the call was disconnected.

At the same time, several men in black suddenly forced the car to come to a stop. "Get out of the car!" one of them ordered.

Richard did not do as requested, prompting the men to break open the window right away. After kicking him out of the car, another three men in black got into the car.

Seeing them terrified Priscilla. "What are you up—"

Before she could finish speaking, someone used a handkerchief to cover her mouth. The handkerchief was clearly soaked in some kind of liquid. Not long after, she lost consciousness.

The men drove off right away with Priscilla.

An hour later, she slowly came to her senses and found herself in an abandoned factory. Aside from her, another woman was tied up beside her as well. The woman had a DSLR hanging around her neck.

Priscilla recognized the woman. She was the photographer Priscilla had hired to take photos of Catherine in the morning.

"Mrs. Chime Senior, what's going on?" Having just woken up, the female photographer gazed at Priscilla in confusion.

At that moment, a bald man and several of his henchmen entered. The two were dismayed to see the group of men.

"What are all of you up to?" Priscilla asked sternly.

"Don't you two enjoy taking sultry photos? We're here to ensure that you get your fill of them," the bald man leading the group said. With a wave of his hand, two of his henchmen immediately stepped forward. It didn't take long for them to tear off Priscilla's clothes.

"How dare you lay a finger on me? Let go of me! The law—" Priscilla struggled with all her might, but she was no match for two strong men.

"Take her photos!" The other two men in black pointed their knives at the female photographer, gesturing for her to take photos.

Wayne hummed in response. He put aside the ingredients and went to open the door.

"Hera, Mrs. Jones! I'm here to visit you!" It was actually Thiago at the door.

He held a bouquet of white roses in his left hand and a basket of fruits in his right hand. His cheeky smile vanished immediately when he realized that it wasn't Hera who opened the door but Wayne.

"How could it be you? Where's my Hera?"

"Hera's preparing dinner in the kitchen." Just as Wayne finished speaking, Thiago thrust the fruit basket into Wayne's hands. With the bouquet of white roses in hand, Thiago entered the house.

"Where's the kitchen?" As soon as he finished speaking, Thiago found the kitchen and leaned against the entrance.

"Good evening, Hera and Mrs. Jones! What are you preparing? I want to stay for dinner! Hera still owes me a meal from the other day, so she might as well prepare dinner for me today."