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

My Billionaire Family 190

The next morning, before dawn, Steven arrived at Apartment 2602 of Glenshire Gardens.

He seemed to be in quite a rush.

Morris had been busy until late last night. Now draped in a dark gray robe, he emerged from the room, with slightly sleepy eyes and somewhat messy blond hair. Lifting his gaze to glance at Steven, he spoke with a bit of morning grumpiness. "Shoot!"

Steven nodded. "Sir, there's news from the high-security prison that Mandy is now in a vegetative state."

Morris showed no expression after hearing this and just gave a slight nod.

Steven continued, "We've also received reports from the underground prison. Felix has lost his mind, is incontinent, and keeps shouting for help."

"Got it. You can go back now." Morris nodded and returned to his room after saying that.

*****

In the 8 AM news report that morning, the leading TV channel of Clusia broadcast a major news story, which left the whole nation in shock.

Lewis Group in Betrico, was suspected of multiple serious crimes and was arrested yesterday at a

was laid out, nearly all the people in Clusia yelled out in anger, feeling satisfied at seeing justice finally served considering all the horrible things Felix had

a resident of Betrico, charged with intentional murder involving more than two victims with particularly severe circumstances, was arrested yesterday at

a lighter sentence will be considered, though jail time is unavoidable.] The entire internet almost crashed as soon as these three news stories

of the Lewis Group, the wife of the prestigious Leach family, and the cherished

high-profile engagement ceremony of the Chambers and

under the ruler's nose,

worldview. People shouldn't

it; as the saying goes, those who

a crush on Shirley before. I must have been blind.

Group took a nosedive and started a streak of decline. Taking advantage of the

fiercely criticize and curse for a while, and then slowly forget about it. After all, new things quickly

*****

sunny. The backyard of the Muller residence was exquisitely decorated, with small bridges, pavilions, and towers built over flowing streams and vibrant flowers blooming, showcasing elegance and grandeur. In a delicate pavilion, an elderly lady, Rita, dressed simply yet elegantly, sat on a fancy rocking chair and accepted a blue-and-white porcelain coffee cup from a

opened the lid, let out some steam, and took

graceful, familiar figure slowly walked towards