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.

Leach, come in and have a cup of

smiled lightly. "Thank you, Mr. Garcia. I'm sorry to bother

into the room, gently sliding the door shut behind her. Just then, Carson set down the scissors he had been holding and moved his wheelchair

laid eyes on Cherise, his face broke into a warm smile. For Cherise, however, it was a different story. As he turned around, her eyes

health. Yet this man lost his legs. Was this connected to his sudden disappearance years ago?" Noticing the shock in Cherise's gaze, Carson wasn't mad. He still 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

them, the water in the kettle

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

the cup, inhaled the aroma, and took a sip. "The aftertaste

graceful and refined. I see a fine character in you." Cherise set down the cup and, with polite curiosity, asked, "Mr. Garcia, aren't you going to ask me

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momentarily refused. "Waiting for

her gaze casually swept around the room, and her mind was quietly processing every small detail from the moment she had

a visible sign of tarot, she could feel the presence of many symbols related to

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

she didn't live to see your wedding. Your husband is a good man. He makes up for the misfortunes your original

can finally rest in

Cherise's face flushed slightly, but she quickly regained