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

My Billionaire Family 149

Chapter 149

Cherise arrived at Betrico University after 10 AM. Since she did have any classes that morning, she just went back to take care of some matters.

As soon as she got to the office. Zander knocked and came in "Ms. Leach, I stitched up that person's heel last night" Hearing this, Cherise replied, "You tried many times, right?"

Zander chuckled awkwardly. "I removed the stitches less than 10 times before I finished it. Crow said I did well."

Cherise nodded. "Practice makes perfect. You can go back now, and tell Madeline to come here.

Zander hesitated for a moment, then simply replied, "Okay." Then, he left the office.

Left alone in the office, Cherise dialed Liam's number.

The call was quickly answered, "Hey, Cherise, what's up? Did something happen to Dora

Cherise replied calmly, "No. It's nothing like that. You guys need to solve the problems of your relationship yourselves. I'm not in a position to say anything to either of you."

Liam sounded a little disappointed when he heard this. "Oh, alright then."

"I'm willing to be the judge for Friday's piano selection competition, Cherise replied.

"Really? Are you sure?" Liam was immediately more excited.

at the door, probably Madeline, she quickly said, "Yeah, sure.

up, leaving Liam on the other

Cherise said to

door opened and Madeline walked in. "Ms. Leach, I heard from Zander that you were

sheet of music out of her

sheet and glanced at it. "What's this? The Dream,

and methods are all noted. It might help you

She hadn't yet decided which piece to play in the competition, and

got the piano sheet music, she just trusted her for some reason. Madeline quickly said, "Thank you, Ms. Leach. I won't let

grabbed the sheet music

Cherise picked up her phone and called

workshop worker position at the Lewis Chemical Plant in the

blond hair was now a dull brown one, messy and unkempt. A

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growing out of it

looked as if they were picked up from a thrift store, extremely faded. His shoes were also worn-out, yellowed white canvas

just like a

to deserted corner. He touched the mole on his face and spoke in a low

through the tiny carpiece

П

his voice again. "Everything's fine. I just got hired as a packer in the

as possible. Contact me immediately if anything happens." "Don't worry." Crow ended the call and touched the black mole on his face before heading into the chemical plant.