The Heiress They Lost Came Back Overpowered

She noticed it was Penelope Lynch’s cousin, Phoebe Lynch, staring at her with a look of adoration.

Yvonne Lowell raised an eyebrow at her. "What is it?"

Phoebe Lynch’s face instantly turned beet red. Mustering her courage, she walked over to her. "Sister Yvonne, you... you’re so beautiful!"

"Thank you." Yvonne Lowell gently pinched her cheek.

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen, her baby fat not yet completely gone. Her cheeks felt incredibly soft.

She couldn’t resist reaching out for another pinch, which left the young girl looking completely bewildered.

Yvonne Lowell smiled. "Sorry, you’re just too cute. I couldn’t help myself."

"It’s... it’s okay. If you like it, Sister Yvonne, you can pinch them whenever you want," Phoebe Lynch said shyly.

Martin Crawford, who had just returned with a drink, happened to hear this and circled her a few times.

"Are you possessed or something?! Is that really something you would say?" Martin Crawford was shocked.

Yvonne Lowell pulled him away in annoyance. "Is that any way to talk to a girl?"

"No, Sister Yvonne, she’s a fourth-dan black belt in Taekwondo! She’s been the president of our school’s taekwondo club since her second year of middle school, and she’s a freshman in high school now. If I tried to touch her, she’d probably shoulder-throw me the instant I reached out," Martin Crawford explained.

[The hell??? What dan?? What black belt??]

[Who’s a fourth-dan black belt in Taekwondo?? That little girl next to her???]

[Okay, okay, okay, so it’s all about the contrast, right??]

[The little girl who was being all shy in front of Yvonne just a moment ago, and you’re telling me she can take down a six-foot-tall high schooler??]

[She looks so young, and she’s already a black belt??]

Yvonne Lowell patted his shoulder. "You should do some self-reflection. Maybe it’s just because you’re too weak."

Martin Crawford: ...so?

"Pfft, yeah, exactly! It’s obviously because you’re too weak!" Phoebe Lynch chimed in.

"Hmph, that’s just because I didn’t want to pick on you," Martin Crawford retorted, pouting.

...

A few more cars pulled into the villa’s driveway. Harrison Lowell whistled. "Well, look who it is. The big-shot presidents have finally arrived."

Caleb Lowell, Leo Grant, Simon Sutton, Nolan Crawford, and Zachary Jacobs all arrived at the same time.

The moment the five handsome, suit-clad men stepped out of their cars, the bullet comments erupted.

[AHHHHHHHH, MOM, I’M IN LOVE!!]

[This is like the male leads of a novel walking right into reality! How is every single one of them so handsome?!]

[Who’s the big brother, and who are Hotties #1, 2, 3, and 4?!]

[The one in the white suit is Luna!! Vice-Chairman of Pluto + Chairman of Ford Construction Materials!!!]

[Huh? Where’d Spoiler Bro go? Why isn’t he talking? Don’t tell me my big bro actually blocked him, right?]

[Can’t you guys think better of me? I wasn’t blocked. I just finished a meeting at the office.]

[Whoa, a rich kid like Spoiler Bro has to work overtime? Okay, I feel much better about my own life now.]

[It’s my family’s company. Isn’t it normal to work late listening to employee reports?]

[Damn! I thought we were in the same boat, but it turns out you’re just Boss Skinner!]

[We are destined never to be friends. Unless you give us some spoilers.]

[Stop yelling at him, stop yelling! This is our only contact in high society!!]

[Heh, no more spoilers. Go ahead and guess for yourselves!]

[Bro, we were wrong!!]

"My cousin just finished surgery and is on his way back. He said we should start without him." Harrison Lowell said to the group after looking at his phone.

"Then let’s get started. All three grills are fired up, so pick whatever you want to eat," Yancy Lowell said, getting to his feet.

Everyone gathered around the grills, chose their ingredients, and handed them to the designated cooks.

...

「Night fell, and the lamps were lit.」

The garden path lights switched on, casting a warm, yellow glow over everyone and creating a relaxed, comfortable atmosphere.

Yvonne Lowell stood to the side, her gaze softening as she watched everyone laugh and chat.

’This kind of life... it’s actually pretty nice.’

Leo Grant gestured to the cameraman, who understood and panned the camera away.

Walking over to her, he gently patted her head. "What’s on your mind?"

"Mm, just thinking about what I want to eat later," Yvonne Lowell said with a smile.

Leo Grant didn’t press the issue. "Should I go grill some lobster and steak for you, then? Didn’t you say this afternoon that you were craving them?"

"You know how to do that?" Yvonne Lowell asked, a little surprised.

"There’s a lot more I can do. Miss Lowell can take her time finding out."

Leo Grant took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Then, he removed the Buddha Beads from his own wrist and placed them onto Yvonne Lowell’s.

He took the opportunity to give her hand a little squeeze. "Wait for me. I’ll be quick."

[What gives?! Why did they stop filming Yvonne?!]

[Huh, there’s a suit jacket on the chair next to Yvonne now. It wasn’t there a second ago.]

[Could it belong to that handsome guy in the black shirt? When the camera panned back, I saw him walking away from there.]

[So, that must be the President Grant they’re talking about?]

[So what were they doing that we weren’t allowed to see?!]

[What is there that we, your esteemed viewers, are not allowed to see?!]

[Xingyue, I paid for an annual membership! Is this how you treat the people who pay your bills?!]

Leo Grant placed the steak and a tin foil packet of shrimp onto the grill.

He expertly flipped the steak. As it cooked over the charcoal, the meat grew tender and succulent, releasing a mouthwatering aroma into the air.

Yvonne Lowell raised an eyebrow in surprise. ’So the guy actually knows what he’s doing.’

...

Leo Grant set a plate down in front of her. "Want to try it?"

Yvonne Lowell tried the steak and was pleasantly surprised by the flavor.

"Not bad. But the main reason is definitely that I made such a good marinade."

Leo Grant smiled indulgently. "Yes, yes. We have Chef Lowell to thank for how wonderful it tastes."

Yvonne Lowell speared a piece of meat with her fork and held it to his lips. "Chef Grant should try his own handiwork, too."

Leo Grant froze for a second before leaning in and eating the bite she offered. "It tastes even better when Chef Lowell feeds it to me."

The bullet comments exploded as the audience went wild.

[AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!]

[Do you guys not have enough forks?! Why are you sharing one!!!]

[This is so sweet, I’m dying!!]

[Don’t even try to tell me there’s nothing going on between them. I refuse to believe it!]

[Look at President Grant’s eyes! They’re so full of tenderness you could drown in them.]

[Lowell, stay right there!! Don’t interrupt us enjoying this sweet moment!!]

[Don’t you come over here!!!]

Yancy Lowell had just finished grilling a batch of food. He was about to call Yvonne Lowell over to get some when he saw her—feeding a pig!!

The alarm bells in his head went off. He quickly kicked Harrison Lowell, who was happily chowing down next to him, and motioned for him to look.

Harrison Lowell’s face darkened instantly. He grabbed a handful of lamb skewers and marched over.

"Nola, your third brother grilled some lamb skewers. Come and see how they taste."

"Okay, thanks, Second Brother." Yvonne Lowell took the lamb skewers and handed half of them to Leo Grant.

Harrison Lowell was not pleased to see her give half to that pig.

His sharp eyes spotted the Buddha Beads on her wrist. Harrison Lowell’s eyes narrowed. "Nola, why do those Buddha Beads look so familiar?"