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

My Billionaire Family 9

The cabin's tension had been as thick as fog, but Morris's mood cleared it up like the sun breaking through clouds, bringing a sense of ease.

Truman was on the verge of introducing himself when Morris, as if sensing his intentions, intercepted him. "Take my seat. You made the mess, so we're switching." His tone left no room for argument; it was more than a suggestion. Truman, chilled by the threat, complied and took his seat. He tried to sneak peeks at the woman he'd been admiring, but the partition was too high, and he could feel Morris's hostile stare every time he moved.

He muttered under his breath, "What's with me? Not enough sleep?" Deciding to catch some rest, he planned to talk to her before landing.

Morris took Truman's seat, which was directly in line with Cherise's, a small aisle between them.

He looked at Cherise, who was gazing out the window, bathed in sunlight that made her skin look radiant. She possessed an almost otherworldly beauty, her features so strikingly perfect they seemed to defy the ordinary. Morris couldn't help but smile, but then he frowned, noticing her shorts were a bit too short, her legs exposed in a way he found himself wanting to protect.

attendant reminded everyone to buckle up, and the plane took

mask and settled

business class was quiet and comfortable, everyone but

a doctor on board? A seven-year-old kid in economy class, seat 27J, has collapsed. We

up, and

for the child's life, while others were worried about their travel

child lying on a mat, pale, with his mother desperately

calm and don't disturb. The closest airport is Betrico Airport, an hour away. Get the medical staff there ready," Cherise commanded, her voice

her, and with the plane high in the sky and

and well-connected in

to Morris, a silent thank