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

My Billionaire Family 7

From behind the shrubbery, four bulky figures emerged, one brandishing a switchblade with a smirk that made Cherise's stomach turn. As they got closer, they were taken aback by her striking looks.

"Damn, we figured you were hot from your silhouette, but up close, you're a total stunner," one of the men remarked, clearly impressed.

A shorter, stockier man chimed in as he walked closer, "What a waste to just kill a pretty face like yours. How about you keep us company, and if you're good, maybe we'll let you walk away."

As he made a grab for her, Cherise was quick as a whip, seizing his wrist and the knife in one fluid motion. With a sharp jab, she buried the blade in his thigh, eliciting a howl of pain.

The others paused, caught off guard by her ferocity. But their numbers and the prospect of a big payday pushed them forward.

Without hesitation, they lunged at Cherise, but she moved with blinding speed. In a flash, one assailant was thrown back, and the other two were knocked out with precise hits. Soon, all four attackers were on the ground, struggling to breathe. They expected a simple country girl, but what they got was a formidable opponent.

Cherise barked, nudging one

face a mask of

Cherise retorted, raising her

for the cash. Please, have mercy. I've got people relying on me," he begged, dropping to his knees.

and used one of their phones to call the police, send her location, and make

without earning a cent, but now they'd rather be there

*****

hotel, as Morris wrapped up his video call,

audio file,

sip of his coffee before declining.

"Understood," Steven replied.

table rang, displaying a call from Morris's grandmother's