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

My Billionaire Family 315

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Chapter 315

The following morning. Betrico was blessed with a beautiful stretch of clear blue skies.

Cherise got a call from Bella early in the day. "Hello, Ms. Leach, are you coming back today? I'm so excited I can hardly control myself-I think I might have mixed up the time!" Dennis, sitting nearby, yelled, "Look at your memory! Ms. Leach said today-why are you going on and on? What if she's already on a plane-wouldn't that be annoying?" Cherise could already hear the excitement in their voices on the phone, and she smiled as she replied, "I've packed my bags and I'm almost ready to head to the airport, so don't worry!" Bella's excitement grew even more. "Awesome! I'm heading to the market now. Dennis, take me on your motorcycle, walking is too slow!"

Hearing their familiar voices made Cherise smile sweetly.

Fifteen minutes later, Morris arrived. "Are you ready?"

Cherise nodded, and Morris took her luggage.

As they drove away from Glenshire Gardens toward the airport, it was clear that Morris seemed a little more cautious today.

"You seem a bit tense today," Cherise said during the drive.

Morris glanced at her and smiled, nodding. "Well, I'm heading to a place where you've lived, and I'll be meeting your elders. So, yeah, I'm a little nervous."

Cherise gently touched Morris's face. "Dennis and Bella are like family to me, they've watched me grow up. They're amazing. And they will definitely like the man I love, so there's no need to worry." Leo and Hugh were surprised. It seemed that only Cherise could make Morris feel this way.

To be fair, Morris had changed since meeting Cherise. He'd become more down-to-earth.

Both the Chivers Group and Syphonea Group were run by skilled executives, so Morris was traveling to Yasvissa with Steven, Leo, and Hugh.

Hugh sat in the front seat, while Steven followed in another car with a load

they arrived

board a commercial flight to Yasvisså, but his gifts kept piling up, so in the end,

private tarmac spent half an

inside the

decorated, with dining tables, plush seats, a kitchen,

LAVA.

this kind of luxury. Morris watched her gaze out the window, his eyes softening with affection. "Finally, a chance to relax-if we can, let's make more time for just

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later, Steverrand the others boarded. "Mr. Chivers, we're ready," they

instructed, "Tell the crew to prepare

up. "Ilold on, Marlon and the others are

looked puzzled.

tell you yesterday, but I

hear several voices coming from

man with slightly graying hair into

Morris

him well, stayed seated

usually intimidating with strangers, was respectful when it came to Cherise's

hope you don't mind me hitching a ride on your jet. It's been years since I've been