The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 412 His Dignity Doesn’t Allow It

Chase Jennings had almost believed it just now.

After all, Azura Loomis’s demeanor truly didn’t look like she was lying.

And her explanation did make sense.

Growing up together should have meant something—if it weren’t for the painfully harsh lesson before, Chase wouldn’t have been so indifferent watching her cry her heart out right in front of him.

But, just as a sliver of hesitation began to form in his heart...

He suddenly recalled Lucas Jennings’s words in the group chat, not to mention the row of [ +1 ] led by Scarlett Jennings.

If he seriously believed Azura’s story now, wouldn’t he really prove their point? A total fool?

With that thought, Chase snapped to his senses.

He had already stumbled once into this pit—his dignity as a Jennings Family member wouldn’t allow him to make the same mistake twice.

In fact, to prove he wasn’t the same old Chase Jennings anymore, he contemplated seizing her outright.

Yet, he worried about the sinister aura around her and didn’t dare to touch her recklessly.

Which gave him this idea.

Turn the tables and lock her in the car!

If it’s a battle of acting, then so be it—he could play the part!

Inside the car, Azura Loomis’s face was full of disbelief upon hearing Chase’s words.

She never expected that Chase Jennings, whom she thought was the easiest to manipulate, would deceive her!

The hesitation and inner conflict he’d displayed earlier had all been a charade!

A fleeting flash of annoyance crossed her eyes, but it disappeared quickly. Her expression returned to normal as she gazed outside the car at Chase with reddened eyes,

"Brother Chase! What are you saying? I didn’t deceive you, you’re misunderstanding me."

She spoke and lifted her hand, trying to open the car door, but it didn’t budge an inch. Anxiety brewed inside her, though outwardly, she still maintained a pitiful demeanor,

"Chase Jennings! Let me out, please. I’m scared..."

Even though Azura had applied makeup beforehand to conceal her pallor and make herself look more presentable,

her emotional performance with tears just now seemed to have swept off a part of her setting powder. Maybe her fortune was really running low—

because despite the finishing touch, the makeup was visibly deteriorating, leaving her looking distinctly unappealing.

Seeing Azura in this state only solidified Chase’s resolve.

Ignoring her pleading, he decisively took out his phone and spoke up in the group chat.

Chase Jennings: [ Scarlett Jennings, Azura Loomis came to find me. She’s locked in my car now. Come over—or better yet, call those Security Bureau guys. ]

Scarlett wasn’t someone who checked the group chat frequently, and while other family members replied to the message shortly after, there was still no word from her.

Lucas Jennings questioned him in the chat,

[ Really? Don’t tell me you’re just saying this to get back at me for what I said about you earlier today. ]

Unable to hold back, Chase sent him a voice call. He worried that if this dragged on too long, Azura might come up with some sinister escape technique, which would put him in danger.

"Shut up and give me Scarlett’s contact info now."

The truth was, not everyone in the Jennings Family had Scarlett’s contact info.

Lucas, upon hearing Chase’s demand, couldn’t help but recall what had happened with Adam Jennings last time.

He couldn’t resist teasing, "You’re not just using this as an excuse to trick me into giving you our sister’s contact info, are you?"

Chase was practically livid with this younger brother. He simply hung up and redirected his call to Donovan Jennings.

Fortunately, Donovan proved to be reliable. He answered the phone, and before Chase could even speak, he said,

"Send me your location. I’ll notify the Security Bureau myself."

After the incident last time, Donovan had kept the Security Bureau’s contact information on hand.

He couldn’t help it—his younger sister dabbled in mysticism and often dealt with those "things," so it was only prudent to maintain some connections in the Mystical Sect.

Chase immediately sent over an address, and Donovan simply replied,

"Stay where you are and wait. I’ll send a few people over too."

You had to admit, the eldest brother was dependable.

Though Chase sometimes liked to think he wasn’t too far off from Donovan when it came to handling things, when Donovan took charge in moments of crisis, Chase still subconsciously felt reassured.

With his worries eased, Chase no longer panicked. In fact, he found himself with enough leisure to snap a photo of Azura trapped in the car and post it in the group chat.

Washing away his image as a fool duped more than once was imperative.

Sure enough, the moment he uploaded the photo, the family chat exploded.

Adam Jennings: [ Is this Azura Loomis?? ]

Why was it so hard to believe?

Lucas Jennings: [ Confirmed! That’s exactly how she looks now. Heh, looks like my brother finally wised up for once. ]

Chase sneered at the comments, but before he could respond further in the chat, Adam suddenly mentioned an earlier theft at the girls’ dormitory.

It turned out that Azura hadn’t returned to school for several days, and her dormmates were unaware of her status. Today, after class, one of them returned and found Azura’s locker had been broken into—several pieces of jewelry and bags were missing.

The dormmates naturally thought it was a burglary and reported it to the school immediately.

The school launched an investigation at once.

Some footage from the investigation’s surveillance cameras was uploaded onto the campus forum, and copies circulated in class group chats. Adam had come across it earlier.

He hadn’t thought much about it at the time, but now, seeing Chase’s photo of Azura, an epiphany struck him suddenly.

Adam Jennings: [ So, the one who broke into the girls’ dorm earlier today was her. ]

Though strictly speaking, it could be considered "retrieving her own belongings."

Those items had originally been purchased by the Jennings Family for her.

But the Jennings Family had never been one to ask to reclaim gifts. In their view, once given, they were hers.

The fact that she’d gone back to the school just to gather her things made it evident—she was broke.

Chase connected the dots quickly too, realizing she’d sought him out with a clear motive.

His face darkened again.

He’d thought she might have come in remorse, pleading for forgiveness. Instead, her intention was to treat him like an ATM?

Fury rising, Chase glanced at Azura with cold hostility and resumed typing furiously in the group chat.

Maybe he got too absorbed, but Chase failed to notice the figure silently approaching him from behind.

He only realized something was wrong when he saw the shadow suddenly appearing on the ground. By then, it was too late.

Chase felt a sharp, heavy blow to the back of his head before losing consciousness completely, his body smacking against the ground with a thud.

The incident took place right in front of the car, and Azura Loomis witnessed everything clearly, yet she remained quiet and didn’t warn him.

When the attacker knocked Chase out, Azura saw her picking up the car keys he had in his hand.

Beep.

The car unlocked.

Azura scrambled out of the car, staring at the masked and hooded woman who had covered herself thoroughly. She was surprised,

"Who are you? Why did you help me?"

The woman glanced at her and seemed to smirk. Her laughter sounded mechanical and wheezy, like a broken bellows. She looked up, her gaze menacingly sharp as she fixed her eyes on Azura,

"Help you? No. I wouldn’t call it that."

She then dropped her gaze toward Azura’s feet and said lightly,

"It’s dark. Watch your step."

Azura was confused, but as soon as she stepped forward, she fell hard onto the flat ground.

Sitting on the ground with blood trickling from her scraped knee, an ominous chill seeped into her chest—the distinct feeling she’d encountered something supernatural. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Before she could struggle to her feet, the woman had already closed the distance.

Looking up, Azura saw her looming overhead, her eyes cold and sinister. Without hesitation, the woman raised the brick in her hand and brought it crashing down on Azura’s head...