Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks

The nurse took a moment to calm herself before slowly, with trembling hands, removing the watch from her wrist. She pressed something on it-what exactly, no one knew. A soft "beep" sounded, and the next moment, she collapsed onto the floor.

At the same time, in the assistant's office at Tristan's corporate headquarters, a phone on the desk vibrated. The assistant immediately picked it up, checked the screen, and then stood up, heading straight to Tristan's office.

Just then, Tristan had just finished a call with Stella. Seeing the assistant enter, he asked, "There's news, isn't there?"

The assistant nodded and handed the phone to Tristan. "This is a photo from the hospital. Rest assured, sir, the person has already been taken care of.

The quality of the photo isn't the best, but it's clear enough. It captures a full-frontal shot of that patient- Morris and his people seemed to care about her a lot."

Tristan nodded and tapped the screen to wake the phone. The moment he saw the image, his pupils widened noticeably. A hint of urgency crept into his voice. "Are you sure it's her?"

Seeing an expression on Tristan's face that he had never witnessed before, the assistant hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm sure. There's also a short video below. The man next to her is Leo-one of Morris's people.

"So, there's no doubt about it. Sir, is something wrong?"

Tristan's voice dropped, turning heavier. "The hospital wasn't able to retrieve this patient's name, correct?"

The assistant nodded again. "Correct. The information has been sealed off. They're still investigating." Tristan waved a hand. "Tell your people to stop looking."

"This is...?" The assistant asked, confused.

Tristan reached up to massage his temples. "Her name is Claire Garcia. I never expected that after all these years, she'd still be so beautiful. Hah.

I remember she was supposed to have died in Astamia back then. How is this possible?"

Having followed Tristan for years, the assistant could easily tell what kind of mood he was in. In all this time, he had never seen him like this before.

Seeing that Tristan remained silent, still rubbing his temples, the assistant hesitated briefly before speaking. "So, sir, what's our next move?"

Tristan exhaled slowly. "Let's wait. We'll talk about it in a couple of days."

*****

Leo and Crow safely escorted Claire back to the villa in the southern part of the city.

"Ms. Garcia, Mr. and Mrs. Chivers said that during this period, Crow and I can't leave your side. So, we just casually bought a small villa next door.

From now on, we're neighbors! If anything happens at home, you must call us immediately. We're at your service 24/7, Leo said, sounding quite pleased.

Crow was just as delighted. The villa was registered in his name, and Cherise had mentioned that he could keep it as a gift. That thought alone made him feel utterly content-his face practically beaming with joy.

The moment Claire stepped into her villa, she was warmly appreciative. "Oh wow, the place has already been cleaned up so nicely for me. This is too thoughtful.

I've barely done a good job raising my daughter, yet she treats me so well. Honestly, it makes me feel quite guilty," she sighed, but her mood quickly shifted.

"Anyway, let's not dwell on unhappy things-the past is in the past. Let's talk about something cheerful. You two must be starving, right? I saw the fridge is well-stocked, so let me make you some steaks first. Go sit at the dining table and wait for me. And one more thing-stop calling me Ms. Garcia. Just call me Claire. Say it with me! 'Ms. Garcia' makes me sound old."

Hearing that food was on the way, Leo and Crow were, of course, overjoyed.

However, an hour later, when Cherise, Morris, and Hank arrived, they found Leo and Crow squatting at the doorstep of the villa next door, desperately gagging themselves.

Hugh, who had come along, looked utterly disgusted and asked, "Hey, what the hell are you two doing? That's nasty."

Seeing them approach, Leo weakly propped himself up and stood.

"Mr. Chivers, Mrs. Chivers, you're finally here. We've brought Claire back safely-she should have just gone to bed to rest," Leo said, his face pale and looking rather unwell.

"Wait, Crow, what happened to you guys? All we asked was for you to pick someone up. It's only been a few hours, and you both look like you've been through hell.

And Claire...don't tell me she's Mr. Chivers' mother-in-law. You guys just went ahead and called her name?" Hugh asked again, completely baffled.

Cherise glanced at the two of them. "Are you...trying to make yourselves throw up? Did you eat something bad?"

Hearing this, Crow straightened his back and said, "Boss, you got it right-we're trying to puke. Your mom's steak was just...way too special.

She put in so much effort, and we could tell she was really enjoying herself while cooking. So, at the dinner table, we forced ourselves to swallow it, afraid she'd feel bad if we didn't.

But now that she's gone to rest, we just couldn't hold it in anymore. That taste...anyone who's had it would understand.

Shh, keep it down, or Claire will hear us.

Oh, and by the way, she told us to call her Claire. She doesn't like being ca

The nurse took a moment to calm herself before slowly, with trembling hands, removing the watch from her wrist. She pressed something on it-what exactly, no one knew. A soft "beep" sounded, and the next moment, she collapsed onto the floor.

At the same time, in the assistant's office at Tristan's corporate headquarters, a phone on the desk vibrated. The assistant immediately picked it up, checked the screen, and then stood up, heading straight to Tristan's office.

Just then, Tristan had just finished a call with Stella. Seeing the assistant enter, he asked, "There's news, isn't there?"

The assistant nodded and handed the phone to Tristan. "This is a photo from the hospital. Rest assured, sir, the person has already been taken care of.

The quality of the photo isn't the best, but it's clear enough. It captures a full-frontal shot of that patient- Morris and his people seemed to care about her a lot."

Tristan nodded and tapped the screen to wake the phone. The moment he saw the image, his pupils widened noticeably. A hint of urgency crept into his voice. "Are you sure it's her?"

Seeing an expression on Tristan's face that he had never witnessed before, the assistant hesitated for a

moment before replying, "I'm sure. There's also a short video below. The man next to her is Leo-one of Morris's people.

"So, there's no doubt about it. Sir, is something wrong?"

Tristan's voice dropped, turning heavier. "The hospital wasn't able to retrieve this patient's name, correct?"

The assistant nodded again. "Correct. The information has been sealed off. They're still investigating." Tristan waved a hand. "Tell your people to stop looking."

"This is...?" The assistant asked, confused.

Tristan reached up to massage his temples. "Her name is Claire Garcia. I never expected that after all these years, she'd still be so beautiful. Hah.

I remember she was supposed to have died in Astamia back then. How is this possible?"

Having followed Tristan for years, the assistant could easily tell what kind of mood he was in. In all this time, he had never seen him like this before.

Seeing that Tristan remained silent, still rubbing his temples, the assistant hesitated briefly before speaking. "So, sir, what's our next move?"

Tristan exhaled slowly. "Let's wait. We'll talk about it in a couple of days."

*****

Leo and Crow safely escorted Claire back to the villa in the southern part of the city.

"Ms. Garcia, Mr. and Mrs. Chivers said that during this period, Crow and I can't leave your side. So, we just casually bought a small villa next door.

From now on, we're neighbors! If anything happens at home, you must call us immediately. We're at your service 24/7, Leo said, sounding quite pleased.

Crow was just as delighted. The villa was registered in his name, and Cherise had mentioned that he could keep it as a gift. That thought alone made him feel utterly content-his face practically beaming with joy.

The moment Claire stepped into her villa, she was warmly appreciative. "Oh wow, the place has already been cleaned up so nicely for me. This is too thoughtful.

I've barely done a good job raising my daughter, yet she treats me so well. Honestly, it makes me feel quite guilty," she sighed, but her mood quickly shifted.

"Anyway, let's not dwell on unhappy things-the past is in the past. Let's talk about something cheerful. You two must be starving, right? I saw the fridge is well-stocked, so let me make you some steaks first. Go sit at the dining table and wait for me. And one more thing-stop calling me Ms. Garcia. Just call me Claire. Say it with me! 'Ms. Garcia' makes me sound old."

Hearing that food was on the way, Leo and Crow were, of course, overjoyed.

However, an hour later, when Cherise, Morris, and Hank arrived, they found Leo and Crow squatting at the doorstep of the villa next door, desperately gagging themselves.

Hugh, who had come along, looked utterly disgusted and asked, "Hey, what the hell are you two doing? That's nasty."

Seeing them approach, Leo weakly propped himself up and stood.

"Mr. Chivers, Mrs. Chivers, you're finally here. We've brought Claire back safely-she should have just gone to bed to rest," Leo said, his face pale and looking rather unwell.

"Wait, Crow, what happened to you guys? All we asked was for you to pick someone up. It's only been a few hours, and you both look like you've been through hell.

And Claire...don't tell me she's Mr. Chivers' mother-in-law. You guys just went ahead and called her name?" Hugh asked again, completely baffled.

Cherise glanced at the two of them. "Are you...trying to make yourselves throw up? Did you eat something bad?"

Hearing this, Crow straightened his back and said, "Boss, you got it right-we're trying to puke. Your mom's steak was just...way too special.

She put in so much effort, and we could tell she was really enjoying herself while cooking. So, at the dinner table, we forced ourselves to swallow it, afraid she'd feel bad if we didn't.

But now that she's gone to rest, we just couldn't hold it in anymore. That taste...anyone who's had it would understand.

Shh, keep it down, or Claire will hear us.

Oh, and by the way, she told us to call her Claire. She doesn't like being called Ms. Garcia."

Hearing this, Cherise exchanged looks with Morris, feeling both amused and speechless.

After all these years, she had never actually eaten a meal cooked by her mother, so she had no way of judging how it tasted.

Not just her-Hank was in the same boat.

As Hank dragged his suitcase inside, he passed by the dining table, scooped up a bite out of curiosity,

and immediately spat it out. "Dear god, what is this?! Salty, sweet, and fishy all at the same time-is this even edible?!"

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Hearing this, Cherise exchanged looks with Morris, feeling both amused and speechless.

After all these years, she had never actually eaten a meal cooked by her mother, so she had no way of judging how it tasted.

Not just her-Hank was in the same boat.

As Hank dragged his suitcase inside, he passed by the dining table, scooped up a bite out of curiosity, and immediately spat it out. "Dear god, what is this?! Salty, sweet, and fishy all at the same time-is this even edible?!"