Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

My Billionaire Family 3

Morris Chivers, the powerful head of the Chivers family, looked out over the city from the top floor of his luxurious suite in Mondial Regalia's hotel.

His black clothes fit his strong body, with sleeves pushed up to show off his well-defined arms.

His face, marked by a sharp jawline and intense eyes, showed a strong will that drew respect. His well-proportioned nose and just-right lips added to his striking, awe-inspiring appearance. Morris had a notorious reputation for his no-holds-barred approach in business. Yet, his strikingly attractive looks had earned him a following among the city's elite.

With a nonchalant grace, he propped an elbow on the windowsill, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, tendrils of smoke drifting skyward.

His assistant, Steven Sanchez, and Truman Simpson, the charming next in line for the Simpson family, walked into the room.

Steven gave Morris a folder, saying, "Mr. Chivers, the Bakers are close with Joseph. Helen Baker, the wife of the Baker Group's top boss, is Barbara's cousin."

Barbara Chivers wasn't Morris's biological mother. His birth mother passed away during his birth. Ever since, it was his grandmother, Phoebe Chivers, who took on the role of raising him.

When Morris was almost two, his father married again, bringing Joseph into their lives.

made several attempts to undermine Morris, but every time, Morris managed to rise

his father Harold Chivers's leadership, Morris stepped in. He not only saved the company within two years but also propelled it

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getting sneakier, using intermediaries. Steven, keep the Hunters on their toes. They've been twiddling their thumbs for far too

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seeing Cherise so vibrant, a mirror image

a plate of spaghetti. "Happy 20th birthday, Cherise,"

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hub, was flooded with birthday greetings

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