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

My Billionaire Family 33

Chapter 32

Just as Cherise decided to check Morris's ID, a knock on the door stopped her. She looked up to find Morris had already wrapped up his work and powered down his computer.

Cherise shook her head, massaging her temples, and dismissed he notion that Morris could be King. Crow's description of King as a disheveled individual didn't match Morris's polished demeanor at all. Leo walked in and spotted Cherise on the sofa. His respect for her, already considerable due to her part in Phoebe's recovery, grew even more. "Ms. Leach, you've had quite the day he said, nodding to her. Cherise responded with a kind smile and a nod.

Leo, scratching his head, looked a bit bashful. As he turned to Morris, he felt a shiver run through him under the intense scrutiny. "Everything's been handled, Mr. Chivers," he reported.

Morris simply hummed in acknowledgment, then turned to Cherise. "Let's get going. You've been waiting long enough. I'll take you out for a meal

Cherise, picking up on Morris's preoccupation, said, "You look busy. If there's more you need to do, I can head home on my own. She reached for her bag, preparing to leave.

Morris strolled over to Cherise and caught her hand as she reached for her bag. "My schedule is clear; all the loose ends are sorted. You're not going home alone, not while I'm around. Leo and the team can finish up here," he assured her. Leo, holding back a sigh at the thought of his own piled-up tasks that left little room for personal life, chimed in, "Ms. Leach, your part is done here. Enjoy a relaxing dinner with Mr. Chivers We've got everything covered." Morris sent Leo a look of affirmation.

Morris's grip and slung her

his hand to fix her bag, Morris felt a brief

their snacks at the Chivers residence,

Cherise made quick work of freshening up before collapsing into bed,

determined stride, Morris re-entered the Chivers residence, his earlier tenderness with Cherise now

home's basement, two burly men in dark suits stood vigilant. Inside, Ruth, a long-time servant of Phoebe,

sense of despair enveloped

how have the Chivers treated you? How has my grandmother treated you?" His tone was resolute and insistent. "Very well," Ruth replied, her voice barely audible. "I've betrayed her

you into this, right?" Morris asked, his tone calm yet

eyes wide with surprise. "You're aware? But I can't say anything. They're holding my son. If they find out I've revealed anything, they'll kill him." She broke down into

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bellowed.

"The surveillance shows you every night, placing those