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 only daughter of the Jarrett family? Wow, this is way beyond what we ever expected. Guess

"Well, well, I know Mr. Simpson. He's the boss

out perfectly. From now on, when I want

seek his help.

They hadn't expected that a simple lie to brush off the situation would lead to Mary and Giselle celebrating the news. Meanwhile,

check if I've got

while Mary and Giselle were excited, the three women from the Walton family remained

Stella both knew how deeply Lydia liked Truman, to the

Lydia's hopes being dashed, they both felt a genuine sense

But it was brief.

later, Stella returned to her usual warm smile. "There's nothing

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and Jean. I didn't notice

go sit down and have some snacks while I tak

gentle tug, nodded toward Cora, and led her

at them, said something polite, and walked away

the three women left, the remaining group of familiar faces, including Cherise, Morris, Xenia, and Mary,

Giselle were clearly still in high

nearest chair and sat down, asking a passing servant for a glass of cold water, which she gulped down quickly, breathing a sigh of relief afterward.

glance, then Morris took out his phone and