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

Chapter 302

My Billionaire Family 304

The next day, Monday, started with a normal opening of the stock market.

The winter sun rose later than usual, casting a gray shadow over everything as Cherise got ready to leave.

Morris approached and wrapped his arms around her, playfully nuzzling her cheek.

At that moment, the big guy looked like a cute puppy.

Cherise looked at him fondly. "What's wrong? Are you going to miss me?"

Morris's voice, low and a bit lazy, brushed against her ear. "You know I will."

Cherise chuckled softly. "I'm just heading to Betrico University to finish up some holiday work before going to a press conference at GlobalVision Group at ten. We'll see each other tonight." Morris showed no signs of letting her go. "I can't get enough of you. I'm really looking forward to going to Saphira."

"Why's that?" Cherise asked.

Morris chuckled and pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Once I meet Dennis and Bella, I can proudly bring you home as my bride!"

Cherise's face lit up with a shy smile as she playfully tapped his strong back. "I must go. You should hurry to the Monday meeting at Chivers Group-everyone is waiting for you!"

Finally, Morris picked up a soft pink knit hat from the side table and placed it on Cherise's head. "Let Hugh drive. I'll see you tonight."

Back at Betrico University, Cherise was about to hold a big pre-holiday summary meeting for all the faculty and students.

Group press conference after. Once the meeting ended,

she stepped out, Cherise slid

warm milk. Mr. Chivers asked me to remind you to drink some after

Morris had prepared while her phone showed the setup for the Global Vision Group press conference

of the media representatives had already gathered and set up

major company being closely watched by the financial world, with everyone curious

the mysterious CEO who had kept a low

satisfactory

finished the milk,

a car following closely behind

her gaze. "Just keep driving

connecting several top schools

plates of the

her tight group knew she was the CEO of

seemed likely that these followers had personal reasons for following her and not

Fleeting images of several faces

anxious, suggested, "Ms. Leach, should I tell Mr.

speed up

Hugh pressed the gas pedal, and the car

cars tailing them also sped

felt like a scene straight out of an

exclaimed, "This isn't good; two more cars

I'll go and check it out; we can't

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