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

My Billionaire Family 36

Chapter 36

In the living room, all heads turned at Cherise's voice. She was pushing Oliver's wheelchair, with Yves, who had joined them partway, walking alongside.

Shirley looked at Cherise with a mix of envy and disbelief, wondering appear so effortlessly elegant, as if she had a magical charm about her.

w so from such a modest background could

Mandy, too, felt a pang of annoyance, Cherise's presence bringing back thoughts of Claire and making her jaw tighten, but she kept her feelings well disguised.

Jemma greeted Oliver with a polite nod. "Hello, Mr. Leach. We're here to see how Shirley is after her accident," she said, then turned to Cherise with a curious look. "I know Yves, but who is this young lady?" she asked, gesturing towards Cherise.

Jemma was well-acquainted with beauty, given her daughter Melissa's luminous charm as an actress and her future daughter-in-law Shirley's grace. However, the young woman before her surpassed them in appeal, and Jemma sensed an uncanny familiarity with her, as if they had crossed paths before

Oliver, his pride evident, made the introductions. "Cherise, I'd like you to meet Jemma. Jemma, this is Cherise, my eldest granddaughter," he said, giving Cherise's hand a kind pat.

Jemma was surprised to meet Cherise, who was nothing like the unsophisticated country girl she had imagined.

but think that someone with deep pockets must have helped her along the way. She pushed down her envy, reminding herself

a friend of your mom's from college. The last time I saw you, you were only this fall," she said, holding her

caught sight of a man behind Jemma, staring at her as if under a spell, his

brilliant beauty, which appeared to surpass Shirley's, bestowing upon Cherise a luminous, almost heavenly

and her irritation ignited when she noticed Jeffrey's gaze fixed on Cherise. In a fit of jealousy, she pinched his arm

that for, Shirley?" Jeffrey

over, their voices

my injury just overwhelmed me, and I sort of lashed out at

shared a skeptical look before rolling their

could be a good

the noise was getting to be too much, held back from reprimanding

and Yves, Oliver's wheelchair was rolled in closer to join the

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and waved it off. "It's just a scratch, Shirley," he said, not

by itself if you don't get it checked, he bed,

an uneasy quiet. Shirley, feeling the tension turned to Oliver again. The car that