All Chapters of Undercover The Sole Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Although reluctant, Sam and Mat advanced together. They were ready to swing their fists, while Ian appeared to retreat because he underestimated the mysterious man. Jemima moved forward, in line with the mysterious man who had been protecting her. However, the man pulled Jemima back to stand behind him. Sam pulled out a sharp weapon, intending to end it as quickly as possible because he was disgusted by the unkempt appearance of the man in front of him. He also couldn't stand the odor emanating from the man's body. The mysterious man and Jemima took a few steps back. Sam began to launch an attack with his sharp weapon, but his target was Jemima. Fortunately, the gun did not harm Jemima as the mysterious man's arm blocked it. "Hey! What are you doing, Sam?!" Ian shouted, seeing Jemima almost injured by Sam's attack. Both of Jemima's eyes widened in surprise when she saw blood starting to flow from under the sleeve of the shirt of the mysterious man who was currently protecting

When they left the hospital, the man thought the woman would hail a taxi for their transportation home. However, he was mistaken as he had to continue walking following the peculiar woman. "Where are we going?" the man asked again, starting to feel tired. Jemima pointed to something quite far ahead. "Bus stop?" Jemima nodded with a flat expression, "Let's consider it an exercise." She said. "Wait, what's wrong with her? Aren't the job of vagrants to move around and walk endlessly?" Jemima whispered, not intending to be sarcastic. Of course, her question couldn't be heard by the man as she was speaking to herself. Finally, they arrived at the bus stop. The man followed Jemima and sat on the available seat. In the middle of the day in this winter season, there was not a single passenger waiting for any bus, except for the unemployed. The blue bus with the sign 'Springbrook Road' stopped in front of them. Jemima stood up and boarded the vehicle, followed by the man behind he

Hearing the woman's words, Julian felt relieved because he had previously guessed Jemima's profession wrong. "So, how can a stepmother behave like that? Even sell her stepdaughter's pride?" asked Julian, curious and wanting to motivate Jemima to stand up to the woman who oppressed her. "Wake up, you don't deserve this, Jemi," Julian said firmly in front of Jemima. Jemima just stood there with her head bowed, tears falling to the floor. "Come on, say something!" urged Julian, the usually quiet man saying a lot of words after the arrival of the middle-aged woman. "Enough, Julian! Just let the woman be what she is," Jemima finally spoke up. Julian felt disappointed but didn't know what had happened to make the woman hate Jemima so much. After wiping Jemima's head, which was wet from the instant noodle soup, Julian chose to sit back down. He didn't want to give the woman a chance to continue bullying Jemima. "Are you happy being a spectator?" mocked the woman, looking to sit down,

Julian's body moved, his eyes widened, and then he glanced at Jemima, who had opened her eyes; they stared at each other. Julian felt surprised and awkward. "Sorry." He said short. "I-a-I, my condolences." He continued. Jemima nodded in understanding. "So, how much do you owe that your father keeps charging you? I really can't figure it out?" Julian asked, trying to get them to continue their conversation and get rid of his awkwardness and guilt towards Jemima. Jemima corrected her sitting position by returning her gaze to the front while sighing. "Eight hundred and fifty-three million." She continued to answer, the sentence sounding so heavy. "Wh-what? That's a small amount of money." Julian said, sounding surprised. Jemima glanced and looked back at Julian, "What? Small money?" "Ekhem! me-me-meaning for your father, it's small money." His reply sounded hesitant. "Oh, yes, it should be small money. Unfortunately, that man has no money because the witch completely controls

The evening she was passed. Julian was anxious because it was already ten o'clock at night, but Jemima hadn't returned home yet. Julian walked out of the room, and when he was outside, he could see the street from up there; it was the street he had walked with Jemima earlier in the day. 'It's her,' he thought as he saw the appearance of the girl he had been worried about. Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer, Julian immediately entered the house and pretended to be asleep. "I'm back__" Jemima's voice, which had been loud, was immediately lowered. Is she already asleep? He wondered. "Apparently, you're back?" asked Julian while pretending as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. "Hey! Sorry to disturb you," said Jemima with her hands still busy opening her shoes. "Why are you sleeping on the sofa? Your body is too long, and it looks uncomfortable." She said. Julian fixed his sitting position. "Then where should I sleep? There is only one bed in this room." Julia