Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks

Cherise's words successfully tickled Carson's funny bone, lightening the

atmosphere. "Alright, very well, let's have some coffee. After coffee, we'll have a good game of chess. It's been ages since we last played together

"Sure!" replied Cherise.

They drank two cups of coffee before Cherise moved the chessboard over.

The chessboard she brought over was for Gomoku, not the chess they usually played.

After moving it, they sat opposite each other.

"Here, Cherise, you take the white pieces, and I'll take the black ones. How about that?"

"Alright, as you say."

With that, Carson placed the first black piece at an intersection of the board.

Then, Cherise took out a white piece and placed it steadily on the board.

The white jade piece made a crisp sound as it landed.

Kitten, lying behind the bookshelf, lazily lifted his head, yawned, and then buried his head back down, closing his eyes.

Just two seconds later, Kitten suddenly lifted his head again.

His eyes widened for a few seconds before narrowing.

It seemed he had sensed a hint of danger.

Without getting up, his fur bristled, and the vigilance of a beast encountering a hunter was evident to him.

At the same time, after Carson placed the black piece on the board, his gaze also changed slightly.

Then, after exchanging a glance with Cherise, they continued their game unaffected.

The second hand of the old wall clock in the study ticked away. The next second, the sliding door of the study was opened. The person standing at the door was none other than Tristan, who was currently in the eye of the storm.

He looked at them, who were still calmly playing chess, unaffected by his sudden entrance.

He let out a low chuckle, "Oh, isn't this Morris's wife, Cherise? You're here too. It seems my trip here was really worth it.

"I didn't expect Mr. Dorian Finch and Mrs. Chivers to be in such a good mood. On such a fine day, instead of going out for a walk, you two are hiding in the study playing Gomoku? I wonder if I may join your game."

Cherise and Carson remained completely undisturbed.

"Master, it's your turn!"

Carson picked up the last black piece and placed it on the board. This time, the movement was not light.

It was heavier, creating a sound that was not crisp but somewhat grating. "Master, I lost, willingly admitting defeat!"

Carson laughed heartily, “You're too kind! Today, you were definitely going easy on me."

Tristan watched the harmonious scene between the two, and as he took a step forward towards them.

Carson picked up the last piece he had just placed on the board, held it between two fingers, and seemingly tossed it lightly, directly hitting the spot in front of Tristan's step.

The wooden floor was dented slightly from the impact.

Carson's face looked no different than usual, but Cherise had already caught a glimpse of anger in his eyes.

This was the first time Cherise had ever seen such an aura from him since she had known him.

Tristan, seeing this, did hesitate for a moment, but only for a second, before he laughed, "Mr. Dorian Finch, are you angry?"

As soon as he f finished speaking,

Carson shook his head gently, took a sip of water from his cup, and said calmly, "My island never welcomes uninvited guests! Please,

take your troops and leave

Walton,

immediately."

Tristan, aware of Carson's capabilities, brought an army with him. "Alright, but I can't leave manded. Mr. Dorian Finch

need you to accompany me back for a little while and help me out with something! Once it's done, will personally escort you back."

Cherise sat quietly and composedly on the side, not uttering a word.

But upon hearing Tristan's words, she couldn't help but laugh.

This laughter drew Tristan's attention to her. "Cherise, I'm discussing something

serious with your master. If you could, please don't disturb us!"

"No can do!" As soon as Tristan finished speaking, Cherise immediately retorted.

In an instant, the look Tristan gave her was filled with ill will.

However, the fact that Lydia had defected to Cherise had already made him harbor resentment towards her.

Just as he was about to speak to Cherise, Carson spoke up first, "If you have something to say, say it. But the title of 'master' can be spared Speak, and then leave. The idea of me going with you is out of the question.

"I know what you want me to do, and I advise you not to waste your effort. The will

of heaven is already set, and all your actions are in vain."

Hearing this, Tristan did not retreat but instead took a step forward. "Master, I call

you that out of respect for the years you nurtured me.

"To be honest, over the years, I haven't treated my own parents as well as I've treated you. Why can't you help me?

"Moreover, I said I wouldn't leave empty-handed today.

"If you still refuse to go with me willingly, don't blame me for being rude. I'm sorry!

Master, shall I push your wheelchair and take you with me?"

Carson's tone grew firmer. "No way!"

With that, Tristan bowed deeply to Carson, and then his expression changed drastically. "Then I'll have to offend you, Mr. Dorian Finch! Come on, help me take Mr. Dorian Finch back!"noveldrama

As soon as he spoke, dozens of men in black poured into the study from all directions.

They all seemed highly skilled and moved with remarkable agility.

The men, eyeing Carson who had no legs, prepared to approach him in a disciplined manner.

However, as soon as their legs stepped into the study, Kitten roared and shot out from behind the bookshelf at lightning speed, standing in front of Cherise and Carson.

It bared its huge, bloodthirsty mouth, with two sharp fangs aimed at the intruders.