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

Chapter 522

Jean clenched her jaw, glancing at Lydia who was approaching with a probing look in her eyes. Gathering her courage, she stared back. "Who says it's fake? It's real.

"It's just a relationship, nothing to announce to the world. We're keeping it low-key, What? Ms. Walton, is there really a need for all this pressure?

"Could it be that you've got your eye on Mr. Simpson? Sorry, but he's already taken by me. If you're planning on swooping in now, well, I guess that makes you the mistress. "With so many people around, I'd advise you to be careful with your image. You wouldn't want to embarrass your family, would you?"

Lydia didn't expect Jean to suddenly be so sharp-tongued, her finger pointing directly at her. "You..."

Mary and Giselle both chimed in, their voices full of curiosity. "Is this for real?"

They seemed a little too excited.

Jean, somewhat distracted, simply replied, "Yeah."

Mary, clearly skeptical, turned to Cherise. "Cherise, you're close to Jean. Tell me. Is this true?"

Morris, standing off to the side, chuckled quietly twice.

Cherise lowered her head with a smile, then lifted her gaze to meet Mary and Giselle. In this situation, she could only nod in acknowledgment.

Both Xenia and Jean, who had been tense, visibly relaxed.

yo

the

know Mr. Simpson. He's the boss of Artiverse

From now on, when I want

his help.

to brush off the situation would

under his breath, "What's going on here? Maybe I should schedule an appointment to check if I've got rhinitis. I've already gone through a whole pack of

Giselle were excited,

how deeply Lydia liked Truman, to the point where it could almost be described as

being dashed, they both felt a genuine sense of disappointment for

But it was brief.

her usual warm smile. "There's nothing wrong

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and Jean. I didn't notice

don't you all go sit down and have some snacks while I tak Lydia to greet the

gentle tug, nodded toward

left, Cora nodded at them, said something polite, and walked away

left, the remaining group of familiar faces, including Cherise, Morris, Xenia, and Mary, were left in

clearly still in high spirits, bubbling

down quickly, breathing a sigh of relief afterward. Morris and Cherise stood nearby. After a brief look at each other, Morris spoke up. "Ms. Walton isn't someone to mess with. There's no clarity in her gaze." Cherise

then Morris took out his phone and opened