My Billionaire Family 14

As dusk settled, they left Gourmet Galaxy and stepped into a tranquil scene that contrasted sharply with the lively downtown. The only illumination came from the street lamps and the stars, casting a gentle light on the peaceful evening. Feeling the crisp early summer chill of Betrico, Truman sneezed as the cool air brushed against him.

Back at the airport, Cherise's large suitcase hadn't fit in Xenia's sports car, prompting Morris to have Leo place it in his own car.

"Where can I direct you, Ms. Leach?" Morris inquired, addressing Cherise.

Cherise hesitated to reveal her address, but Xenia, always outspoken, didn't hesitate. "Cherise resides in Glenshire Gardens. We should be on our way," Xenia declared, about to take Cherise's hand.

Morris chimed in with a serious expression, "The Simpson and Taylor residences are to the north, and Glenshire Gardens is to the south, which is my direction. Ms. Leach's luggage is in my car, so I can drop her off. It's on my route." Though his words were casual, Truman saw through the ruse-Morris's home was actually northward. But, considering his friend's long-standing bachelorhood, he chose to go along with it for Morris's sake.

"Xenia, let Morris handle it. We should head back," Truman recommended, guiding Xenia towards the vehicle.

"But I promised Grandpa I'd take Cherise home," Xenia objected.

you. They're eager to see you. Come on,

he observed the scene. He thought to himself, 'So Mr. Chivers

who was accompanying them out. "Sir, I'm keen on learning how to

message, the owner agreed, "Leo, come with me. You'll be an expert

curled into a subtle, contented

bit frustrated as everyone made plans without asking for her opinion. Hailing a cab around here was no simple task, and it appeared she was stuck with Morris again. "Ms. Leach, shall we? I'll drive you home," Morris

night sky, the streetlights stretched their shadows, making Morris seem even more towering and formidable. His features, bathed

look

she'd ever encountered, and

responded, a note of satisfaction in his

identified the black Maybach as a high-end, custom model with plenty of room. As she got comfortable in the passenger seat, she noticed her phone vibrate with a message from Dora. [King had turned down the offer.] She quickly typed out a reply.

back into her bag, Cherise glanced over at Morris, the sophisticated man behind the wheel, before taking out her phone again to look

her phone as soon as she settled into the car, Morris couldn't resist asking, "Are you really busy? Or are

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