The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 410 Chase Jennings Slaps His Own Face

The last mission for Scarlett Jennings was to help someone check the geomancy of their ancestral home.

This was a task specifically assigned by Nathan White for Ashton Todd.

To accommodate the schedule of the family, Scarlett, along with her team, stayed two extra days in the neighboring city.

While she meticulously completed the academy’s mission, the Jennings Family was thrown into turmoil once again due to Azura Loomis’s escape.

Chase Jennings initially had a flight booked to leave Sea City early the next morning.

Upon hearing from Scarlett in the group chat that Azura Loomis had escaped Security Bureau custody, his immediate reaction was to reschedule his flight.

He wanted to leave immediately—right now!

Under no circumstances would he allow himself to be locked inside that doll a second time!

It was a matter of pride.

However, just as Chase asked Uncle Ming to change his ticket, Lucas Jennings sent a message to the group chat.

As his younger brother, Lucas rarely showed any concern for him.

Lucas Jennings: [Azura Loomis has escaped! My god, @Chase Jennings, leave quickly—don’t wait until tomorrow. What if she sneaks up on you?]

Seeing this message, Chase felt an unusual sense of familial care from his brother. He was about to respond that he had already asked Uncle Ming to reschedule the flight, but Lucas started typing again.

Lucas Jennings: [You’ve already fallen for her schemes once before. If she comes back crying and playing innocent, you’d foolishly let a wolf into your home again.]

Reading this, Chase’s face twitched hard.

His grip on the phone involuntarily tightened.

What kind of brother was this?

Could he think of anything good for him—for once?

He was about to retort when Scarlett unexpectedly chimed in the group chat.

Scarlett Jennings: [+1]

Scarlett’s reply seemed to light up the beacon.

Soon after, Donovan Jennings followed with [+1].

Next, Old Sir Jennings, Adam Jennings, Luca Jennings, and even Blaise Jennings along with his wife all sent the same [+1].

In the blink of an eye, Chase’s chat page was filled with a neat row of [+1].

He twitched his mouth repeatedly, suppressing his frustration, yet ultimately couldn’t hold back from typing word by word in the chat.

Chase Jennings: [I! Will! Not!]

Three words, accompanied by an angry meme expression.

Chase scoffed, thinking to himself: He wasn’t a fool!!

Having suffered such a huge loss, how could he possibly fall for it a second time?!

If Azura Loomis did come looking for him again, he definitely wouldn’t entertain her! No—he wouldn’t just ignore her; he’d immediately report her to the Security Bureau and have them take her away!

Forget Azura Loomis—now he couldn’t look at a pretty girl without wondering if they, too, hid dual personas like hers.

Chase Jennings was determined never to stumble in the same spot twice.

Just as he was thinking, his phone buzzed again—this time, a message from Uncle Ming.

Within a few minutes, Uncle Ming had successfully rescheduled his flight.

A flight in three hours.

Staring at the new flight itinerary, Chase fell silent.

If it hadn’t been for the earlier group chat, he’d normally be packing up and heading to the airport immediately.

But... having said all that just now in the group chat, rescheduling and leaving right away might feel like proving Lucas right.

Looking back, his family—heck, even his parents—might believe he was truly terrified of meeting Azura Loomis again, and afraid of softening toward her, hence fleeing in haste.

Thinking of this, Chase’s expression darkened. He raised his phone and called Uncle Ming directly.

"Uncle Ming, cancel the rescheduled flight. I’m leaving as originally planned tomorrow!"

He wasn’t about to let such a trivial matter shake him.

Not only would he not leave immediately, but tonight, he would still attend the farewell party his friends had organized for him as planned.

As for Azura Loomis...

Even if she had escaped, it didn’t necessarily mean she would seek him out.

If she had any semblance of sense left, she’d know he’d never trust her again like before.

Thinking this, Chase took it for granted—until the night’s events smacked him hard.

Stopped by a woman resembling Azura Loomis outside the venue, Chase’s expression froze as if he had seen a ghost.

To be fair, this wasn’t any different from encountering a ghost.

Leaving aside the recent traumatic experience of being locked inside the doll with his grandmother, the sight of Azura Loomis was... fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Although he’d previously heard Lucas describe Azura’s transformation into someone cruel and unsightly, he hadn’t witnessed her in person back then, as he was trapped within the doll.

Now seeing her face-to-face, the view was outright unbearable.

Earlier in the day, Azura had received funding from Nicholas Woods, allowing her to clean herself up to some extent. Even so, the lack of vitality in her appearance couldn’t be concealed.

As her fortune waned, her rapid aging showed clearly—her facial contours sagged, her voice became hoarse and grating, completely erasing any resemblance to the radiant eighteen-year-old girl she used to be.

Chase gazed at the current Azura Loomis without a trace of the initial fondness she had once evoked in him.

If anything, he felt an inherent urge to run away from her.

The terror on his face lasted only a moment before he masked his emotions, scowling at her and yelling angrily, "You actually dare to come find me?!"

How could she dare?!

Did she truly think he’d continue to indulge and support her without rhyme or reason as he had in the past?

Azura Loomis, however, seemed unperturbed by his reaction—she had expected it.

As her gaze landed on Chase, tears welling up for a while finally slipped down her cheeks.

"Brother Chase..." she started, attempting to call him as she used to, but her voice came out too hoarse and grating.

Determined to ignore this imperfection, she looked at Chase with wide, longing eyes and pleaded.

"Brother Chase, please help me. There’s no one in this world I can trust except you."

She took a step forward as she spoke, prompting Chase to retreat several steps in panic, as though avoiding contamination by a deadly virus, screeching under his breath, "Stay where you are and don’t move!"

The venue’s secluded location—boasting privacy as its selling point—ironically left them without any pedestrians nearby. Chase couldn’t even find someone to come to his rescue.

Yes, rescue.

He was convinced that speaking another word with Azura Loomis might somehow trap him inside that cursed doll again.

Even though Scarlett had explained that it was the Evil God System within Azura Loomis that had once imprisoned his and Grandma’s living souls inside the doll...

And that the Evil God System had already been dealt with...

But what if...? What if Azura Loomis had a second system hidden?

She already had two faces—was having two systems that far-fetched?

Watching Chase’s obvious guarded fear, Azura Loomis secretly clenched her teeth in frustration. However, her face remained heartbreakingly sorrowful. Instead of approaching him, she crouched down on the ground and hugged her knees, crying softly.

Her posture mirrored how she used to cry tearfully as a child when feeling upset or aggrieved.

A scene Chase was all too familiar with.

"Brother Chase... Help me, please. I truly don’t know what else to do."

"What happened between us—those things I did to you and Grandma—it wasn’t me. It was the system controlling my body..."

Chase’s expression darkened further, shaking his head in disbelief. He snapped without hesitation, "Azura Loomis, do you take me for a fool? Using excuses like these, you think I’ll trust you again?!"

Azura Loomis gazed up at him, tears streaming down her face.

"I know no matter what I say now, you won’t trust me anymore. But everything I’m telling you is true. It wanted your family’s fortune, and I refused, so it took control of my body. I saw it use my body to hurt you all, but I couldn’t do anything to stop it..."

"You know what it feels like—being trapped in your own soul, powerless to change anything. Brother Chase... You understand that feeling, don’t you?"

Chase’s eyes quivered slightly, a memory resurfacing forcibly: those six days locked inside the doll.

The exact feeling she described...

He understood it.