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

My Billionaire Family 8

At Yasvissa International Airport, Morris relaxed in the private VIP lounge, his hair stylishly disheveled, and his black casual suit exuding a natural elegance and refinement. The female staff cast occasional admiring glances his way, tempted to approach, but his commanding presence maintained a respectful boundary.

Truman, in the meantime, was occupied with peeling and enjoying oranges, lounging with his legs casually crossed nearby.

Steven approached Morris and whispered, "Mr. Chivers, there's been an unexpected change with the pilots for our private jet."

Morris's typically stern expression turned menacing.

Sensing the shift, Truman discreetly popped some orange slices into his mouth, bracing for the impending drama.

"Eager to make their play, I see," Morris commented, his tone an unnerving blend of calm and resolve. "File the paperwork. We'll take a commercial flight instead, and you handle the rest." In a different part of the airport, Dennis and Bella were bidding farewell to Cherise.

as she addressed Cherise, "Ms. Leach, please take care. If the Leach family causes you any

struggling to express his

had left Yasvissa before, but

a warmth in her heart as she reassured them, "I'll take good care of myself.

truly captured the spirit of home,

announced the commencement of boarding, Cherise offered a final wave to Dennis

yet striking look-featuring a white cable-knit sweater, light blue denim shorts, and white high-top sneakers, with her hair flowing freely-radiating a lively and captivating charm. Dennis

thought to themselves that the passengers in business class that day were really impressive. With Morris and Truman already on board, Cherise's arrival just made the group even more

with just four seats, Cherise was escorted to her spot by

since Morris didn't want it, got so distracted by Cherise that he dropped the dessert. This led to a gooey