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

My Billionaire Family 11

As the plane landed, Truman hurried from the restroom to his seat, securing his belt.

The aircraft rolled along the runway, the cabin bathed in the calm, golden light of the setting sun, painting a picture of peaceful beauty. Morris, on the other hand, was completely engrossed in Cherise, watching her as if she were the only thing that mattered.

Cherise felt his gaze and turned to him, their eyes locking in a silent, intimate moment.

"Are you looking at me?" Cherise teased, her voice soft and musical.

Truman, always eager for a bit of drama, looked over just in time to hear Morris's deep voice fill the quiet. "Yeah, you're breathtaking."

The unexpected compliment made Truman sputter, sending water droplets across the dashboard.

Morris, the guy who usually kept his distance from women and never seemed fazed by anyone, not even a celebrity like Melissa,

personnel who carefully moved the child onto a

the other passengers leaving the plane, Cherise quickly conferred with the medical team

Cherise but couldn't

walking over as he picked up on Morris's mood shift. 'What's going on? Morris is

blink. I was hoping to get her number," Truman said, but he noticed the atmosphere grow

business, and

they made their way through the nearly deserted VIP corridor, they noticed a bubbly young woman in a vintage-style dress with her hair in twin buns, holding a sign that said "Cherise, the Stunning

look, Truman realized who the young girl was. "Xenia, is that you? I hardly recognized you in that outfit,"

bubbling with excitement to see Truman, faltered upon