Transmigrated Into The True Heiress
Chapter 155: Shocking News (Ya’ll Can Unlock)

Chapter 155: Shocking News (Ya’ll Can Unlock)

The older guard took a slow breath before collecting and pressing a button on the communicator. A faint crackle filled the quiet air before a voice answered on the other end.

"This is base. Report."

"We’ve found a body," the guard said, keeping his voice steady despite the weight of the discovery pressing on his chest. "Need confirmation on identification."

A pause. Then, "Details?"

The guard exhaled, glancing down at the corpse once more. "Male. Mid-twenties. Patient uniform, but the insignia is unrecognizable. No signs of decay—body’s been preserved. Deep laceration to the temple. No ID on him." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "But if I didn’t know better... I’d say it looks like Alexander Carver."

Silence. The kind that stretched, heavy and unspoken, as the realization set in on both ends of the line.

Then, finally, the voice returned—quieter, but sharper. "Repeat that."

The guard’s grip on the communicator tightened. "I said the body looks like the dead Alexander Carver."

Another pause, this time laced with something colder. Then the voice on the other end exhaled, controlled but weighted.

"Secure the area. Do not let anyone near that body until I arrive."

"Yes, sir."

The call cut off, leaving only the quiet hum of static before the device went silent. The guard lowered his hand, his gaze shifting to the younger man beside him, who looked pale beneath the moonlight.

"Alexander Carver’s been dead for years," the younger guard whispered, unease creeping into his tone.

The older man didn’t respond. He simply turned his eyes toward the distant mansion, where light still glowed from the windows. Where, at this very moment, Peter Carver remained unaware that the past he had long buried was about to claw its way back to him.

|The Next Day|

The reddish-brown double doors carved from the highest quality hard mahogany timber opened and a middle-aged man of average height stepped into the study and bowed to the man sitting on a chair behind the desk.

His facial features were moderate, neither too sharp nor too soft, with a slanted eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and piercing brown eyes that seemed to bore into those he met. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead.

As he greeted the man behind the table who didn’t act as if he was present, Jenkins’s eyes gleamed with a deep-seated respect, his voice low and soothing. "Good morning, sir. I–"

"Have you done what I asked you to?" Peter Carver, a man who never bothered or payed attention to things and people that weren’t worth his time, felt that people who had no use to him were worthless, and his facial expressions were always impassive had a gloomy countenance at this moment.

Jenkins stepped further inside and placed a tablet on the table in front of Peter. "Yes sir, everything is in there and I have already sent for the Third Miss. She will arrive here anytime soon."

Peter didn’t reply, he only picked up the tablet and read the information on it while Jenkins commented. "She is Ephyra Allen, her family was the one whose fake daughter was engaged to the Latham Heir. Her father is Eliot Allen while her mother’s background is unknown, I’m still looking into it though her mother died when she was two years old."

"She was maltreated from a young age and being a timid one, made it worse. However, she suddenly changed a couple of months ago, and during the masquerade party, she exposed all the lies, secrets, and crimes of both the Allen and Latham Families. She was known as a bastard by everyone but the person thought was the true daughter turned out to have no blood relation with the Allens. Her stepmother tried to kill her on multiple occasions and her ex-fiance hired thugs to violate her. She exposed all these on the night of the party."

By this time, Peter was still watching the video from the masquerade party, and when Jenkins finished talking he looked up.

"The girl is backed by someone and I want you to find out who it is as soon as possible." Peter said as he turned back his attention to the video. "All the evidence she presented can not be gotten by her alone but it will definitely be easy for someone powerful so I want you to find that person."

"I will do as you say."

"Tell me when Natalie arrives."

"Yes, sir." Jenkins bowed and stepped out of the room, turning around, he held the door handles and closed it.

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"We are here, Ma’am."

Natalie, despite being in her mid-thirties but looked like she was in her twenties huffed and stepped out of the car not bothering to close the car door.

She didn’t know why the Old man called her over so early in the morning but even if she wasn’t annoyed about it, she had to come.

The old man sounded very angry on the phone.

She walked through the compound of the vast mini countryside mansion. The greenery spread around, mixed with a towering water fountain at the center of the courtyard. The morning sun cast long shadows across the neatly paved stone pathway leading to the entrance.

Natalie adjusted the silk shawl draped over her shoulders and approached the grand entrance, her heels clicking softly against the stone. Two uniformed attendants bowed slightly as they opened the doors for her. Without acknowledging them, she strode inside, her face set in a mask of annoyance.

Jenkins was already waiting for her at the base of the grand staircase. His expression was neutral, but Natalie caught the sharp glint in his eyes as he dipped his head in greeting.

"The Master is expecting you," he said, stepping aside to let her pass.

Natalie lifted her chin and continued toward the study without a word. Jenkins followed at a measured distance.

The heavy double doors were already ajar when she reached them, a sign that Peter had no patience for delays this morning. Taking a slow breath, she adjusted her expression, pushed the doors open and stepped inside.

Peter Carver sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled in front of him, the tablet Jenkins had given him resting on the polished wood. His expression was unreadable, but the storm in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Father," Natalie greeted, her voice smooth but cautious.

Peter didn’t acknowledge the greeting immediately. He tapped a single finger against the surface of the desk, the sharp, rhythmic sound filling the silence of the room. Finally, he exhaled through his nose and fixed Natalie with a piercing stare.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Natalie’s brows furrowed slightly, but she maintained her composed demeanor. "If this is about Celine—"

Peter scoffed, his voice laced with barely restrained fury. "If this is about Celine?" He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Your daughter, my granddaughter, has brought shame upon this family, and you think this is just about her?"

Natalie stiffened. "Father, I—"

"Silence." His voice cut through the air like a blade.

She pressed her lips together, knowing better than to test his patience further.

Peter lifted the tablet and turned the screen toward her. The video of Celine’s humiliation at the boutique played in cold, damning clarity. Natalie’s stomach twisted as she watched her daughter—her proud, haughty Celine—reduced to a trembling, humiliated mess. The guards’ sluggish, unnatural movements didn’t escape her notice either.

Peter studied her reaction before speaking again, his voice quieter but no less lethal. "Do you know what infuriates me the most?"

Natalie swallowed but didn’t answer.

Peter set the tablet down with a controlled thud. "The fact that this was avoidable." He exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening against the desk. "You let Celine act like a spoiled brat for too long. You let her believe that she was untouchable. And now she’s been made into a fool—publicly, no less—by a woman whose existence I’m sure you all know about by now."

Natalie’s jaw clenched. He was putting all the blame on her, just like every single damn time! "Father, I didn’t think—"

"No, you didn’t think," Peter snapped. "And now, because of your incompetence, I have to clean up this mess." He straightened, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Do you have any idea who Ephyra Allen really is?"

Natalie hesitated. "...She’s—"

"She’s a fearless woman who seems to have a powerful backer," Peter cut in. "And worse, she’s smart but unforgiving. I’m sure you know everything that happened but despite what she said, she still posted your daughter’s video."

He exhaled slowly, regaining his composure. "You were a fool to let Celine provoke her."

Natalie’s fingers curled into her shawl, her pride warring with the sinking realization that her father knew far more than she did.

Peter tapped the tablet again, pulling up another document. "Do you know what’s happening to Marianna right now?"

Natalie blinked, caught off guard by the shift in topic. "Marianna?"

Peter nodded. "Yes, Marianna Allen. Ephyra’s stepmother. She’s rotting in a cell. Broken, humiliated, and awaiting a trial that will seal her fate." His gaze darkened. "And do you know who orchestrated her downfall?"

Realization dawned, cold and sharp. "Ephyra?"

Peter nodded. "Marianna had power, influence. She was well-connected, yet it took Ephyra less than a month to completely destroy her. Now, imagine what she could do to Celine if she were truly serious. Yes, I could help her but the girl is smart and I wouldn’t waste my time on your airheaded daughter who never listens to warning."

A shiver ran down Natalie’s spine.

Peter leaned back, his expression calculating. "Celine is a liability right now. She needs to disappear from public view for a while."

Natalie’s eyes widened. "You want to send her away?"

Peter’s gaze turned steely. "You should be grateful I’m only sending her away and not disowning her outright."

Natalie inhaled sharply, knowing there was no room for argument.

Peter continued, his tone final. "She will leave the country immediately—somewhere discreet, where she can’t embarrass herself or this family any further. You will ensure she understands the gravity of this situation."

Natalie clenched her jaw but nodded. "I’ll make the arrangements."

"See that you do," Peter said coolly. "And one more thing." He stood, his towering presence making the room feel suffocating. "If Celine ever crosses paths with Ephyra Allen again—if she so much as breathes in her direction—I will not protect her from what happens next." His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "Do you understand me?"

Natalie’s fingers trembled as she smoothed down the front of her dress. "Yes, Father."

"Good." Peter sat back down and waved a dismissive hand. "Now get out."

Natalie turned sharply on her heel and walked out, her heartbeat pounding against her ribs.

Celine wasn’t going to take this well.

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