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Spoiled by Mr Russell

Chapter 1008
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Chapter 1008

Of course, he was feisty! Heather was annoyed that Ralph could not tell the difference between her

and this b*tch.

‘Do me and Hannah resemble each other that much?! Besides our faces, how am I the same as her?’

Hannah was inferior to Heather regarding temperament, character, and capability, so Heather

wondered how Ralph could not tell the difference between her and her sister.

"Ah!"

Hannah did not expect Heather’s hand to exert force suddenly, and there was a tingling pain on her

lips.She exclaimed as tears instantly filled her eyes.

"Do men like your soft look?”

Heather found her sister's face annoying even though it resembled her exactly.She relaxed her hand

abruptly and turned around before continuing, "You'll return to our home tomorrow!"

The tingling sensation on Hannah's lips had not subsided, yet she looked on in surprise and could not

believe what she had heard.

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"H -Heather?”

‘what did she say? She wants me to go home?!’ Hannah did not want to go back there yet.

Although she refused to follow Heather here, she slowly realized she wanted to stay.

She did not want to return to her "cage" in her family’s home.

Hannah no longer wanted to be a nameless prisoner on that island, facing shameful days without an

identity.

Here, she could at least go shopping occasionally, breathe fresh air, and have something of her own

with her "Ralphy.”

She called him that privately, thinking it was a little secret between them that even Heather did not

know, just like he would call her "Annie."

That was one of the few sweet things she had, but now Heather wanted her to go home, so she had to

leave this place and Ralph.

Still, she did not want to.

"What's wrong? You don't want to?"

Heather stared at Hannah with eyes full of scrutiny as she turned around.

Hannah was afraid to say anything more before Heather's questioning eyes, let alone consider what

Heather would do if she knew that Hannah liked Ralph.

Hannah gulped and whispered, "No.I'm just wondering if you’ve finished your work here.Are you

returning home with me?"

"Since when do you take care of my affairs?"

Heather snarled.

"Don't be angry, Heather.l'm afraid it’ll be inconvenient for you when you need me if I'm back home."

After thinking about it, she continued slowly, "It doesn't matter if I go home or stay here.lt all depends

on your needs."

"Really?"

After hearing Hannah’s explanation, Heather's anger gradually subsided, and most importantly, what

Hannah said made sense.

Heather had said it impulsively.She felt mad as long as she imagined Hannah making out with that jerk.

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However, her sister had a point.

While staying there, she had to face Ralph and the Russell family, among other things.

She needed Hannah to help her deal with and solve occasional problems.

Heather had gotten used to having a "copy" of herself by her side for years.

If Heather told Hannah to go home, it would be inconvenient to call her back when she needed her.

Plus, no matter where they went, the two went in and out together.

If Hannah returned home alone, there would be a significant risk that others would discover her on the

way.

Heather could not help but hesitate when she considered that.

"Heather, I’ll be obedient.l'll stay wherever you want and do whatever you ask!"

After so many years, how could Hannah fail to see Heather's thoughts? She noticed Heather pondering

and continued, "I exist only for you!"

The last sentence hit Heather's heart.She pursed her lips.

"Really?"

Although it was an interrogation, she gradually believed it.

"Heather, I live because of you.With your protection, I can live well without worries about food or

clothing.I’m happy I can assist you!" Hannah said word by word.