The Forgotten True Heiress Strikes Back

On a remote island in north of the Agosby Ocean...

"Welcome to the Plevale Agent Training Camp, a renowned facility for training elite agents. My name is Jennifer Bennett, also known as Rose. I'll be overseeing your special training this month. Today marks your first day. Here are my rules. First, I do not tolerate questions about my instructions. You are to obey my commands without hesitation. Second, this place doesn't operate under any legal or authoritative system, so forget your real names. Use only your codenames here."

Under the blazing sun, a young woman dressed in a black training suit stood on the vast field. A black mask shielded her face, leaving only her impassive eyes visible as she gazed sternly at the men before her.

After Jennifer Bennett's briefing, an assistant began handing out tags, each numbered differently.

"Ma'am!" A voice interrupted as the numbers were distributed.

Turning toward the voice, Jennifer spotted a blond man, his eyes seething with anger.

With a slight sneer, Jennifer responded, "Speak."

"I can't accept the number 13. I need a different one."

Her sneer widening, Jennifer motioned with a finger. "Come here."

The blond man, holding his numbered tag, walked toward her. "In my homeland, 13 is unlucky. I cannot accept this number. I..."

He was cut off as a cold breeze seemed to pass through him.

Jennifer, without moving otherwise, raised her leg swiftly, aiming a kick at the man's temple. Despite his greater height, her kick was precise, her leg stretching into a straight 180-degree angle.

The blond man, skilled in combat, quickly raised his arms to shield his head.

Her combat boot connected with his arm instead, the impact sending a sharp pain through him and causing him to reel backward a few steps.

When he regained his balance, Jennifer gestured with her finger once more. "Change your number if you wish, but only by defeating me."

"That's your condition, ma'am?"

The blond man lunged at her in response to her challenge.

His fist shot toward Jennifer's head; he was a world-famous boxer known for knocking out an 800-pound bull with a single blow.

He doubted Jennifer could evade his attack.

As his fist neared, Jennifer stood her ground, swiftly catching his punch at the last second.

"Damn!" an onlooker cursed loudly.

Shock replaced the rage in the blond man's eyes.

How did she manage that?

While he was still reeling, Jennifer grabbed his wrist, leaped over him, and delivered a firm kick to his back, driving him face-first into the ground. She twisted his wrist violently, a harsh snap audible to all.

"Argh..." the man screamed as his wrist broke, sweat beading his forehead while he lay on the ground.

Jennifer then placed her foot on his face and pressed down. "Anybody else wants to switch their number?"

The humiliation was clear in the blond man's eyes as he clenched his jaw, staying quiet.

Seeing his expression, Jennifer let out a cold laugh. Suddenly, she pressed down harder with her foot.

"No... I'll hold onto it," the man hastily replied, wincing as a sharp pain pierced his temple.

"Get back in line!" Jennifer ordered, her voice dripping with mockery.

She was fully aware that these trainees were not just anyone-they were elite soldiers and experts from around the world, all testing her authority.

Yet, they had not earned her respect.

With a casual flick of her foot, Jennifer prompted the blond man to scurry back into line. The remaining trainees were too terrified to utter a single word.

Jennifer stood with her arms folded, about to address the group, when a frantic voice interrupted through her Bluetooth earpiece, saying, "Ms. Bennett, we have a situation. The headquarters building has been breached."

At that moment, the island's alarm began to wail.

The piercing sound transformed Jennifer's face into a mask of concern. Stored within the Plevale headquarters were numerous internationally sensitive files; a breach could lead to catastrophic leaks.

She turned to the assistant instructor standing nearby and said sternly, "Handle everything here."

Without another word, she dashed toward the headquarters building.

As Jennifer approached, she noticed a shadowy figure effortlessly jumping from a fourth-floor window, landing perfectly despite the fifty feet drop.

While chasing, Jennifer noticed the intruder was a tall man. He moved with impressive speed and agility.

Behind him, gunfire broke out. He dodged and returned fire seamlessly, his responses deadly accurate.

Surveying the fallen soldiers around the building, a chill of ruthlessness filled Jennifer.

This intruder was the first to ever break out from the headquarters unscathed.

"Ms. Bennett, you're here!"

The guards at the building breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her and quickly approached.

"Deploy a sniper to the lookout tower. I want him stopped!"

Jennifer turned toward the path the man had taken and made her way to the coastal lookout tower.

Upon reaching the lookout tower, she spotted the man on the cliff, his movements as graceful and swift as a leopard, dodging the sniper's attempts with ease.

Just as he was nearly out of the sniper's range of fire, Jennifer snapped, "Idiot! Hand over the gun!"

The sniper, upon hearing her, stepped back and passed her the rifle without hesitation.

With the rifle in hands, Jennifer took aim at the retreating silhouette.

The man seemed to sense danger and turned to face the lookout tower. That was when Jennifer fired, the bullet cutting through the air toward him.

Through her sniper scope, Jennifer watched as the bullet hit the man's shoulder, sending a burst of blood into the air.

To her surprise, her aim had been off; the bullet had missed his heart.

The man swayed but remained on his feet. Jennifer swiftly reloaded, preparing for another shot.

Her eyes suddenly widened in shock.

The man on the edge of the cliff lifted his gun. Jennifer could see the ominous gleam of the barrel pointed directly at her through her scope.

In a reflexive motion, she ducked her head to the side, a sharp sting slicing her cheek followed by the warm sensation of blood trickling down.

She raised her eyes just in time to see the man backing away until he was perched atop the cliff's highest rock.

He faced Jennifer, gave a mocking wave, and then jumped from the rock.

Witnessing this, Jennifer hurried down from her perch and ascended the cliff herself.

The rock where the man had stood was entirely black. Jennifer knelt on one knee, brushing her fingers across it, and saw a red smear on her fingertips.

"Ms. Bennett."

Seeing the blood, a soldier trailing her quickly offered her a tissue.

Jennifer wiped her fingers with the tissue vigorously and threw it back to the soldier. "Analyze this blood for a match in the global DNA database."

"Understood, ma'am."

As she stared out at the dark, rough sea, Jennifer's voice turned cold. "I want him found, dead or alive."

"Roger that."

Thirty minutes later, in her office, Jennifer peeled off her mask to reveal a beautiful face scarred by a fresh, harsh wound.

She examined the injury in the mirror and carefully dabbed alcohol on it. The sharp sting elicited a grimace, yet she made no sound.

Once she had cared for her wound, Jennifer addressed the visibly tense security captain. "Now, tell me, what exactly was stolen?"

"It was... File HJ001, ma'am."

As he spoke, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, yet he resisted the urge to wipe them off. File HJ001 was a top-secret file from their training program.

"Hicaerith, Jalster?"

The organization named their files after cities and countries. "H" for Hicaerith, a country, and "J" for Jalster, a city of the country, while "001" denoted the document's utmost secrecy.

This particular file contained details of the notorious 711 international abduction case.

The case had seen the loss of lives of numerous operatives, including special forces and mercenaries from several nations, marking it as highly sensitive.

Jennifer knew she had to secure that file before anyone could crack its encryption.

Lost in thought, she was jolted back to reality when the office door swung open abruptly. A man in camouflage walked briskly to her desk.

Upon seeing him, Jennifer's first question was straightforward. "The man, did you bring him in dead or alive?"

"We couldn't locate him, I'm sorry."

He quickly met Jennifer's cold look and continued, "There were some people hiding beneath the water. The man had allies. Yet, our team has traced their maritime path toward Jalster in Hicaerith."

A sudden ring broke the silence. The phone on the desk buzzed to life, and Jennifer swiftly answered it upon recognizing the number.

"Hello, Leah?"

Meanwhile, in a Urywood manor, a woman in a white dress was on the phone, chuckling softly. "Jennifer, did someone take File HJ001 right out from under you?"

Coldness washed over Jennifer's delicate features as she listened. "Don't worry. I'll get it back before anyone cracks it."

There was a top-secret document that needed to be reclaimed.

"So, are you heading to Hicaerith yourself?"

Jennifer, sitting on the sofa, looked down thoughtfully upon hearing this, her hand tightening around the phone.

Leah Dale waited silently on the other end.

After a pause, Jennifer answered quietly, "Yes, I'll go to Hicaerith myself to recover the file."

"Since you're going back to Hicaerith, why not stay with the Bennetts for a bit?"

"Leah, you..."

"Jennifer, remember the Bennett family is still your family. It would be good if you could reconnect with them. Don't worry about the arrangements; I've got it covered. You'll return as an exchange student and enroll at Jalster University. If staying with the Bennetts feels too much, you have the option to stay on campus."

"I'm heading back to Hicaerith tonight."

With that, Jennifer ended the call.

At Jalster International Airport...

"How long do we have to wait here, Carson? Jennifer's flying back. Couldn't we have just sent a driver instead of both of us coming down here? How important does she think she is? You have so many tasks pending at the company, and I need to keep to my own schedule. We..."

"There she is," Carson Bennett said.

Hearing this, Edmund Bennett, who was sporting sunglasses, quickly turned his attention toward the airport exit.

Carson spotted Jennifer just as she noticed the two of them standing out.

In the severe heat, Carson was dressed entirely in a black suit. Edmund, a pop idol, was also fully covered.

Jalster in August was oppressively hot, and on this blistering summer day, they stood out in a bustling area.

As Jennifer strode past the two conspicuous figures, she didn't even give them a look.

"Hold up, Jennifer!" Frustrated by her disregard, Edmund couldn't help but call out to her as she walked away.

However, Jennifer didn't stop; she quickened her stride instead.

Just as Jennifer was nearly out of sight, Carson quickly moved to intercept her.

"Enough games, Jennifer."

Carson's expression showed a trace of annoyance as he faced his younger sister, revealing no pleasure in their reunion after four years apart.

Four years ago, such words might have hurt Jennifer. Now, they seemed not to affect her.

"Smart people don't stand in the way. Move."

"Are you out of your mind? Watch your tone, Jennifer!" Edmund retorted.

"Perhaps you should recognize your own mistakes before you criticize others."

"You little..."

"Edmund!" Carson shouted.

Edmund was about to explode in anger at Jennifer's remarks when Carson intervened to hold him back.

Jennifer watched them and snorted, her lips curling in derision.

After holding Edmund back, Carson turned his attention to Jennifer. "Get in the car. Grandma wanted us to pick you up because she knew you were coming back."

His statement slightly softened the frostiness in Jennifer's gaze.

After a brief pause, she stepped into the nearby Maybach.

"Jennifer, I'm warning you. If you mistreat Leyla again, I won't let it slide... Ouch!"

Jennifer had just shut her eyes in the back seat when Edmund's incessant babble from the front passenger seat reached her. She lifted her hand and punched Edmund on the head.

"Say another word, and I'll beat the shit out of you. Believe me or not?" She leaned close and hissed in his ear while clutching his hair.

That punch left Edmund dizzy. He instinctively wanted to strike back, but with Jennifer still gripping his hair, he could only clench his teeth to suppress the curses he wanted to spit out.

"Humph!"

With a dismissive snort, Jennifer let him go and closed her eyes once more.

Carson, who was driving, glanced in the rearview mirror at the sound of their scuffle.

But as his eyes landed on Jennifer's face in the mirror, a sharp voice from the back seat warned, "Keep staring, and you'll regret it."

Carson found himself at a loss for words.

Seated in the front passenger seat, Edmund experienced an odd sense of satisfaction observing Jennifer berate Carson as well. "Ignore her, Carson. She's-"

He wanted to say she was insane. But learning the lesson from earlier, he wisely chose not to finish his words.

The car maintained its silence as they continued the journey, and as soon as it halted, Jennifer's eyes flew open.

Noticing that the Bennett brothers had exited, she independently pushed open the car door.

Jennifer raised her eyes to the villa in front of her, emotions swirling visibly in her gaze.

She had not anticipated returning here.

She first visited this place when she was just 16 years old. By that time, she had already become Plevale's leading agent, and tracking down her family was easy.

Back then, she was young and still harbored some hope for what they called family ties. Yet, the Bennett family had made it clear they did not need this so-called biological daughter; someone else had already filled her shoes.

"Carson, Edmund, you're home."

Just as Jennifer stepped forward, a figure darted from the villa. A girl in a pink dress flung herself into Edmund's arms.

Holding her, Edmund's face lit up with joy, while Carson looked on, his expression softening.

Leyla Bennett clung to Edmund and Carson, her face alight with happiness. But her smile faded as soon as she noticed Jennifer.

A moment later, she regained her composure, turned to Jennifer with a smile, and said, "Welcome home, Jennifer."

"Here we go again, phony."

Leyla's greeting made Jennifer's smile outshine hers. However, Jennifer's reply drained the color from Leyla's face.