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

My Billionaire Family 347

Chapter 347

Cherise stood up, gazing at the unique villa in front of her. From the perspective of a professional designer, she had to admit that it was quite impressive. "Please follow me, Ms. Leach, Engene said politely.

"Sure." Cherise replied softly, taking a step and following him.

As they entered the villa, she expected the strong scent of medicine to fill the air, considering all the herbs drying in the yard. However, there was no trace of it.

Instead, the house was filled with the fragrance of orchids, accompanied by a faint hint of ink and paint.

"Ms. Leach, this way. Mr. Garcia is in the tea room." Eugene gestured as he led the way.

The interior design was distinct, with a soothing classic aesthetic, both cozy and full of depth. They passed a long corridor filled with orchids, and Eugene stopped in front of a wooden sliding door.

He knocked twice. From inside, the vigorous voice of an elderly man came through. "Come in!"

The door slid open, and Cherise immediately saw the elderly man inside. With his back to them, he sat in a wooden wheelchair, carefully trimming an orchid.

Ms. Leach, come in and have a cup of tea, Carson said in a gentle

you, Mr. Garcia. I'm sorry

door shut behind her. Just then, Carson set down the scissors he had been holding and moved his wheelchair slightly. He

laid eyes on Cherise, his face broke into a warm smile. For Cherise, however, it

wore a cheerful smile. "Come here, young lady, take a seat.. Let me see what you think of the tangerine tea I made." Cherise's surprise quickly faded. She smiled and sat across from him. She felt that he was a lively and friendly old man,

the water in

kettle, pouring the hot water into the teapot containing the tangerines. After a moment, he poured. two cups and handed one to Cherise. "Here,

sip. "The aftertaste is rich, and the

polite curiosity, asked, "Mr. Garcia, aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?" Carson, with a gentle smile,

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momentarily refused. "Waiting

and her mind was quietly processing every small detail from the

she could

Cherise now. It seemed that Carson was very familiar with this field. Sitting up straighter, Cherise fixed her gaze on Carson, sensing there was more to his words. Seeing her expression, Carson nodded slowly and said. "Yes, I've been waiting for you. You are the granddaughter of Amelia, aren't you?" "I

nodded again, appearing content. "She was very lucky to have you as her granddaughter. It's a shame that she didn't live to see your wedding. Your husband is a good man. He makes up for

can finally rest

Carson mentioned Morris, Cherise's face flushed