Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 77: Properties

Eira sighed. "Alright. I have to go," she said as she got into the car.

"Oh, before I forget. Have this," Jania said, throwing a small object to her.

Eira caught it and looked it over.

"It’s a flash drive containing all the confessions from the captives. Han recorded it," Jania said, placing one of her hands in her pocket.

Eira nodded. "Thanks, I totally forgot about it."

"Yeah, it’s nothing. Bye." Jania smiled and helped close the door.

Smiling back at her, Eira waved as the car pulled out of the mansion.

Eira opened the car door and walked through the open gate into the mansion. She headed straight to her room. Once inside, she closed the door behind her, took her phone from her pocket, and dumped it unceremoniously on the bed before heading to the bathroom, taking off her clothes on the way.

Almost twenty minutes later, Eira came out with a towel wrapped around her hair and another tied around her body.

Sighing, she plopped herself on the chair in front of the dresser, opened a drawer, and brought out a hair dryer. Untying the towel from her hair, she plugged in the dryer and used it to dry her hair. Once done, she combed it, taking her time, and pulled it back neatly.

Standing up, she strode to the wardrobe, where she took out a panty and bra and put them on. Then, she picked a large black shirt that almost reached her knees and slipped it on.

Turning around, she strode toward her clothes scattered on the floor and began picking them up. When she reached her cargo pants, she took out the recording device Jania had given her earlier. Then, she walked over to the laundry basket and tossed her clothes inside.

Looking down at the device, Eira thought about how to get Myra’s blood, but nothing came to mind.

Let me keep this for now.

Sighing, she knelt in front of the lower part of her wardrobe, opened it, and carefully moved the clothes to the side. Pressing a button, the wardrobe shifted, revealing a safe. Eira keyed in the code, and the safe’s door opened.

She stared at its contents quietly for a moment before placing the drive into the innermost part of the safe. Her hand hovered over the diary but stopped when the blue gel-like file caught her eye.

Hesitating, she moved her hand to the file and brought it out. She leaned against the wardrobe, frowning when she couldn’t find an opening.

Suddenly, her thumb tapped on the edge of the file, and the documents inside slowly slid out, though not completely.

Wow.

Tilting her head, she turned the file from side to side. Finding nothing unusual, she flipped it to the front and pulled out a small piece of paper. When she turned it around, she realized it was a birth certificate.

She glanced at the date and raised an eyebrow.

Two weeks before her birthday.

However, when she saw the name on it, surprise gripped her.

Ephyra Althea Allen.

She looked at the date again—it was exactly what she had seen the first time. Reading through all the information again, she confirmed it matched Ephyra’s memories, except for the date.

Shifting, she placed the certificate on the floor and pulled out the second document. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

The document was titled Proof of Property Transfer, bearing an elegant watermark of legal authority. Eira read it carefully, her eyes scanning every detail.

Property Transfer Certificate

Date: 2nd March 2007

I, Elara Reese, hereby confirm the transfer of the following properties to my only daughter, Ephyra Althea Allen:

A Software Company: Complete ownership, including its assets, intellectual property rights, and operational management.Monetary Funds: A sum totaling $500 million, deposited in a trust account under Ephyra Althea Allen’s name.Real Estate Properties: Several houses located in prime regions, listed in the annex of this document.Valuable Assets: A collection of gold and other high-value items, secured in private vaults.

These properties and assets are to be claimed by Ephyra Althea Allen upon her eighteenth birthday. In the event of unforeseen circumstances, secondary provisions have been arranged to ensure her rightful inheritance.

Signed,

Elara Reese

Eira’s fingers trembled slightly as she placed the document back on the floor, her thoughts swirling. This wasn’t just wealth—it was a legacy, a carefully preserved future from a mother to her daughter.

The realization struck hard: Ephyra’s mother had anticipated everything, even the possibility of needing a legal safety net.

Eira leaned back against the wardrobe, her eyes drifting to the ceiling. "So, she planned it all," she murmured, a mix of awe and sorrow in her voice.

She never trusted her husband.

The sheer scale of what had been left behind made her chest tighten. This wasn’t hers—it belonged to the real Ephyra, a girl whose life had been stolen too soon. Yet, here she was, living in her place, holding the keys to a future she hadn’t earned.

But Eira’s lips curled into a bitter smile. That future wasn’t the only thing stolen. Ephyra had been robbed of her life, her love, and her mother. And the people who had taken everything from her had no idea what was coming.

Her lips twisted into a grim smile. "So, you made sure she’d be secure no matter what," she murmured, her tone quiet but edged with steel. "Too bad she never got the chance to see it through."

She set the document down and glanced at the first one again, the birth certificate bearing Ephyra’s name. The date glared back at her as a reminder of how fragile fate could be.

"This is for Ephyra. And her mother," she whispered, her voice laced with quiet resolve.

Eira’s hands tightened into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

They would pay. For every tear Ephyra had cried, for every ounce of grief Elara had endured.

That was a promise.

———

Alan walked down the stairs, throwing the car keys in his hand up and catching it. When he passed the living room, he paused and backtracked seeing his mother dressed in casual clothing with her work glasses perched on her face as she rummaged through the stack of papers strewn over the table in front of her. Her secretary was sitting beside her on the couch holding a bunch of papers as she conversed with his mother.

Alan raised a brow, it’s been ages since he saw his mother this busy. To the extent that she would bring her work home.

He thought about it and finally walked into the living room, over to her.

"Mom?" He called, standing beside the couch she was sitting on.

"Alan." she glanced at him before focusing back on scanning through the file on the laptop screen in front of her. "Are you going out? Do you need anything?"

"Yeah, I’m going to see Myra and I don’t need anything." His eyes flitted around the living room. "You seem very busy. It’s been a while since you’ve brought work home. Is something wrong?" Alan asked, curiosity and concern mixing in his tone.

His mother sighed and leaned back against the couch, taking off her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose. "It’s nothing for you to worry about, Alan. Actually, Aelion’s Laboratories are holding a business competition whichever company wins the competition will be able to become their partners. Do you understand what I am saying? Our company will have a chance to partner with the largest Laboratory in the world. This could be a game-changer for us," she explained, her voice tinged with both exhaustion and determination.

Alan frowned slightly, sitting down on the armrest of the couch. "I get it, but why the rush? I thought our company was already thriving."

"It is," his mother admitted, a faint smile crossing her lips. "But this is an opportunity we can’t afford to miss. Partnering with Aelion’s Laboratories would put us on a completely different playing field. Their technology, their global influence—it’s unmatched. But the competition is fierce. Every major player in the industry is participating. If we don’t give it our all, we’ll fall behind."

Alan nodded slowly, processing her words. "I see. So, this is why you’re overworking yourself. Is there anything I can do to help?"

His mother chuckled lightly, patting his hand. "That’s sweet of you, but this is something I have to handle with the team. You just focus on being the brilliant son that you are."

Her smile turned strained. "Besides, I doubt Myra would appreciate me stealing your time."

Alan smirked at her teasing, "Alright, but don’t overdo it. I’ll check on you later."

"Deal," she replied with a reassuring smile, slipping her glasses back on and diving into her work.

Alan stood and left the living room, but his mind wandered as he walked out to his car. Aelion’s Laboratories, he mused. A partnership like that would indeed be monumental, but something about the way his mother spoke—the anticipation in her voice—made him wonder if there was more to the story.