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

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"Is that Jean?" Lydia asked as she pointed to the person Truman was indicating.

She knew Jean. Stella had introduced them when they were at Taylor Vogue that day.

Cherise glanced at Truman, her eyebrow raised, and immediately understood what was happening.

It seemed like Lydia could no longer hold herself back, as she hurried toward Jean.

"It's over..." Truman and Leo both muttered at the same time, quickly following behind her.

Jean, still unaware that Truman had dragged her into this, was happily chatting with Xenia.

When Lydia approached, she stood in front of both Xenia and Jean, looking down at them. "Jean, do you remember me?"

Both women looked up at the sound of her voice.

"The scheming lady's niece?" Xenia, who had drunk a fair amount by now, was the first to speak up.

Jean recognized Lydia. "You're Stella's niece, Lydia, right? You came to Ebb & Flow? What's going on?"

and

forward, blocking Jean's path. "Ms. Walton, what exactly do you think you're doing? This is my girlfriend. We're in love, so please stop. Don't keep pushing

what was going on and looked toward Cherise, who had

shrugged with a smile, signaling that she had only

Truman turned to Jean. "Jean, help me out. I'll make it up to you later, I promise.

lost in the weird scene,

"Ms. Walton, see. This is my girlfriend. Look

completely confused, felt like a piece of meat on a chopping block, helpless, but since she had agreed, she reluctantly said, "Yeah, Lydia, we're clearly a couple. Look. We're so well-matched." Xenia, now clearly enjoying the drama, slapped her thigh. "I just knew something was going on between you two! You've been exchanging looks for a while. Turns out, it's been brewing for a while. "I'm

little too far with the act, completely missing their

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Morris while wondering how they were going

could see that her hands, which hung by her sides, were tightly clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of her hands were visible. Cherise, glancing at her clenched fists, took a sip of her juice before offering a small,

finally spoke up. "Fine. I was rude. Sorry about that. I'll leave now. I wish you both

Cherise, she shot her a quick glance and didn't look back as she headed out of

finally gone." Truman sighed in relief, letting go of Jean's shoulder and

was her first time doing