Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 49: Like Animals

Leandra stood up and calmly walked around the table to stand in front of Eira, staring at her as if she were looking at a mere nuisance—something insignificant yet unexpectedly challenging. Her gaze was icy, sizing up Eira with contempt and ridicule.

"When I heard that you’d changed after your accident, I ignored it because it was insignificant. Whether or not you changed didn’t matter to me. Besides, how different can you become? But now..." Her eyes trailed down Eira’s body and back up again. "You are nothing like the foolish girl I knew. Definitely not in appearance."

Eira tilted her head. "Is that a compliment?" Then she pouted. "Sorry, but I don’t accept compliments from a nasty-mouthed woman like you." With that, she walked around the table and sat down.

Leandra’s jaw tightened, her nostrils flaring as she slowly turned to face Eira, masking her anger with a cold smile. She walked back to her chair, settling herself with deliberate grace, her eyes never leaving Eira’s face. "Were you the one who sent me the video?"

Eira crossed her legs and leaned forward. With a sweet smile on her lips, she whispered, "Are you dumb? Or is it that you can’t wrap your head around how I could get such a video? Are you that self-absorbed?" Eira continued, her tone laced with mock innocence. "Or maybe you’re just too wrapped up in your little world to realize that there are people better and more powerful than you are—a thousand times."

Leandra’s smile wavered for a brief second, but she quickly recovered, narrowing her eyes. "You’ve certainly grown a sharp tongue, haven’t you? But be careful, Ephyra—too much confidence can be dangerous."

Eira leaned back, unfazed, her gaze steady. "Funny, I could say the same to you. But unlike you, I’m not trying to control anyone else’s life." She shrugged casually. "Just cleaning up my own."

"On that note..." She took her phone out of her handbag and tapped on the screen a few times before placing it on the table. She slid it close enough for Leandra to see the screen. "Let’s get straight to why I am here, hmm?"

Leandra glanced at the screen and saw that it was a video, but this time it showed two people having dinner—none other than that slut, Myra, and her son—Alan. She turned to face Eira again. "What’s this?"

"Watch it. You didn’t think the only video I had was of them screwing like animals, did you? Actually, this one reveals a lot more interesting things, so I like it more than that disgusting one."

Leandra sneered, "If someone heard you, they would think you were talking about your enemy instead of the man you’re engaged to."

Her words made Eira laugh. "Fiance?" She leaned forward, crossing her hands on the table. "Tell me, what do you see in your son that makes you think only a perfect girl deserves him? Because he’s a genius? Because he’s handsome? Well, plenty of people are both geniuses and more handsome than he is. Or... is it because he’s your son?" Without waiting for a reply, she leaned back again and waved her hand dismissively. "Whatever. I don’t give a damn. Just watch the video, and let’s get this done with—I have somewhere to be."

Leandra’s hand on the table clenched as she stared at Eira, her jaw tightening as Eira extended her finger and played the video. As the audio started—revealing the vile words spilling from Myra, the angry exchanges, and Alan’s retorts—Leandra just listened disdainfully at first. But when she heard Alan’s words, her expression shifted from a frown to a mix of disbelief, disappointment, and fury that she tried hard to conceal. Her perfectly manicured fingers drummed against the table as the conversation continued, revealing an unmistakable truth that even her pride couldn’t ignore.

Alan’s tone, usually so polished and respectful in front of his mother, now sounded dismissive and venomous as he spoke to Myra.

Eira noticed the subtle change in Leandra’s expression—the flicker of rage she could no longer completely hide. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a soft, mocking whisper. "So, what do you think? Still believe your son is the opposite of who you are? Kind, compassionate, and merciful? A perfect son?" Eira chuckled and shook her head, taking a sip of water. "Anyway, I’m sure both videos are enough for you to do what I want you to do."

"What do you want?"

Eira grinned. "Break off the damned engagement between your son and me and get him engaged to Myra."

Leandra scoffed, amused. "Why would I break off his engagement with one sister and get him engaged to another? And it just so happens that both sisters are deceitful, scheming witches." Leandra’s voice dripped with disdain, her gaze hardening as she looked Eira up and down. "Do you think I’d let Alan be manipulated so easily, that I’d stoop to swapping one headache for another? I know both of you too well, and I’d rather see him stay engaged to a snake I can tame than one I can’t predict."

Eira smirked, unfazed. "Oh, you can keep thinking that if it helps you sleep at night. But even if you know that Myra’s ambitions are smaller, her interests are more... manageable. And honestly, I don’t care what you think; you just have to do what I say. Arrange a meeting with my father, cancel the engagement between your son and me, and get him engaged to my dear stepsister." She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. "I would hate to break up such passionate lovers. Your son loves Myra so much; you wouldn’t want to see him hurt, now would you?"

Leandra’s fingers curled into a fist, her composure wavering. "And if I refuse? What exactly do you think you’ll accomplish by antagonizing me?"

Eira shrugged, her expression careless. "Then I’ll simply take the information public, to the right people. Myra might enjoy the thrill of being infamous, but Alan?" She shook her head. "He has too much to lose, doesn’t he? His spotless reputation, your carefully curated plans... I could tear all of that apart with one click."

Leandra’s face darkened as she stared at Eira, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, she spoke, her voice low. "You’re not the foolish, obedient girl I once knew. But remember this, Ephyra—no one crosses me without consequences."

Eira met her gaze, unflinching. "Yeah, right. I’ll take my chances." She picked up her phone. "Right, before I forget—didn’t you have a somewhat close business relationship with my mother before she died?"

A surprised expression appeared on Leandra’s face, and this time she couldn’t conceal it. "Yes, why are you asking?"

"I’m sure you know she left something for me, and that’s part of the reason you agreed to get your son betrothed to me, right?"

Leandra gritted her teeth. "Yes, but it was such a pity your mother died before she could pass it on to you. The only thing I knew was that what she planned to give you was something very valuable, and it wasn’t kept with her because she didn’t want her husband to know. She said it was kept in a hidden place that only the powerful could reach. She also said..." Leandra squinted her eyes, trying to remember the exact words Ephyra’s mother had said to her with a contented smile.

"What?" Eira leaned forward, curious about her next words.

"Right, she said she hadn’t seen anyone powerful enough to get there. So it was in the safest place it could be."

The hell? Just who was Ephyra’s mother, and what was this thing she kept for her daughter? If it was as Leandra said, then no one in Ephyra’s family knew what it was or where it was—but they must think Ephyra knew, right?

Eira had simply wanted to try her luck and ask Alan’s mom about the inheritance thing since she was one of the very few people who had gotten close to Ephyra’s mom when she was alive. She hadn’t thought she’d get this much information which was both useless and enlightening.

Leandra’s next words brought her out of her reverie. "I thought you didn’t know about it, but it seems you did. I guess—"

"I want you to come to our house and do what I ask by tomorrow. You should also tell everyone in your circle. News travels fast there, faster than anywhere else." Eira cut her off as she grabbed her bag and stood up. "Now, unless you have something else to add, I believe we’re done here. Consider it my final request. Goodbye. See you never."

Leandra watched Eira stride away, her expression wavering between frustration and fury, her hands clenching tightly against the table as Eira’s heels clicked on the floor, growing fainter.

Once outside, Eira let out a slow, controlled breath, allowing herself a brief moment of satisfaction.

Now that it was done, the next step was to watch the drama unfold.

A pity she couldn’t abide by her promise, Eira thought with a laugh.

On their way back, Miles glanced at Eira, who was scrolling through her phone lazily, and questioned, "Miss Ephyra, what do you want us to do about the man your father sent to watch you?"

Eira looked up and snickered before going back to her phone. "Make sure he reports to my father that I have been a very good girl, just going to school, coming back home, and meeting friends. Living as a normal teenager." she sighed, "We can’t get rid of him, it will make my father more suspicious."

Miles nodded in understanding. "We will do as you say."