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

Chapter 508

The vacation photo shoot time just for the two of them had finally come to an end.

As they returned to Betrico, the beautifully crafted photo album from their trip arrived at Chivers Residence.

Cherise sat on the sofa, flipping through the album, the smile of her face growing wider.

The photos were surprisingly good, not like the forced poses of regular photo studios or photography workshops.

The actions were all natural, filled with genuine emotions.

When Cherise smiled, Morris smiled along with her. When Cherise acted playful, he smiled too, his eyes glowing with adoration.

In the south of the city, at a high-end, private villa, Stella was lost in thought. Since the other day after Arthur's questioning and the cold, unrecognizing gaze she received, Stella had been home and seemed distracted.

In the garden, an elderly woman, appearing kind and gentle, watched Stella sitting beside her. After taking a sip of coffee, she spoke. "Stella, what's wrong? I've never seen you like this. Is your new job not going well? "If it's not, just talk to your father or Tristan. They can arrange something for you. Don't let yourself suffer, dear."

Stella shook her head. "No, Mom. The new job is fine. My boss and colleagues are great, and I don't need to change. Besides, using connections to get a job isn't right. It can lead to gossip."

This elderly woman was Stella's mother, Cora

Cora smiled, almost teasingly. "What's the big deal? Many people get good jobs through connections. There's no fairness in the world.

"If it's not about work, then it must be about your feelings. It's about Arthur, the one sitting in the position now. Am I right?"

When it came to her mother, Stella had no reason to hide anything, and she nodded. "Yes."

Cora wasn't surprised. "Oh, you've met him already? That was quick. Did something unpleasant happen when you met?"

Cora understood her daughter well. Stella nodded again. "Yes, we ran into each other at a work event a couple of days ago. Arthur didn't recognize me at all. He even asked if I was from the Walton family."

distracted? I thought it was something serious. You've been through much worse.

"So this

"You're already in your forties. Don't let something small mess with your mind. If you like him, then pursue him wholeheartedly, even if his status makes you

We're a perfect match. There's no family in Clusia that compares to the Walton family. You should learn from

likes something, she goes for it and doesn't miss a single

it. Who is this gentleman? I never see her showing

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his grandfather is an old friend of your failer, a businessman. Ask Lydia

didn't ask any further questions,

the driver's seat, her eyes

was Truman, from the Simpson family. Just as Cora had said, the Simpson family was a small business family, not quite on the

underground parking lot because if required facial scanning. So, she had pinned her hopes on Ebb & Flow For the past three days,

out of a large SUV

had barely stepped into Ebb & Flow when Lydia, noticing him, quickly got out of her car and followed him

as Lydia entered, she started looking around, scanning the inside of Ebb & Flow. "Strange, I saw him come in. How is it

on the shoulder from

around, and standing there, looking

a little flustered, feeling like she had been caught in the act of spying. "Oh, well, Mr. Simpson, hello." Truman crossed his arms over his

my house, and now to Ebb & Flow? You've been stalking me like a maniac. So annoying. You are a stalker. You

stammered, struggling to find

"Mr. Simpson, I like you. The moment I saw you, I liked you. My friends

head, looking at her in disbelief. "Do we know each other? What family are you from? You'd better head home, hit the books,

of people like me, but I'm a firm believer in not marrying or dating, so... I'll pass.