Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks

At an international airport in Astantia, a private jet for high-ranking officials was ready for departure

Once the plane smoothly took off, a man in a black suit approached a middle-aged man who bore a slight resemblance to Stella.

With a respectful tone, he said, "Sir, we can't remove the posts, and there's no way to trace who's behind them."

Tristan appeared calm as he asked, "Oh? Could it be the Dark Web Division? Or perhaps Morris's wife? I've heard she's quite capable."

The man in black shook his head. "Uncertain, sir. Morris's capabilities have always been a mystery, and verifying if the Dark. Web Division is involved is no simple task.

"But based on the timeline, it doesn't seem likely. Morris was dealing with Ms. Walton's incident at the Walton residence during that time."

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"As for his wife, Cherise, she was also occupied, confronting Mrs. Cora Walton and Ms. Stella Walton during that period."

Tristan furrowed his brows slightly but remained composed.

"Alright, let's leave it for now. We'll handle it when we return. Arthur won't allow this kind of public scrutiny to linger. As for Lydia, who's now in Morris's custody, she'll just have to endure for the time being," Tristan said.

He turned to gaze out the window, watching the clouds drift by. His expression took on that characteristic coldness typical of those in power.

True to his prediction, about ten hours later, Arthur's assistant, Mateo, arrived to speak with Morris.

"Mr. Chivers, Mr. Jarrett believes the situation has escalated enough. Given the Walton family's standing, prolonged exposure would be detrimental. As for Ms. Walton, we should wait until Mr. Walton returns before making a final decision." Morris nodded. "Understood. I'll ensure the posts are taken down in an hour. As for Lydia, tell Mr. Jarrett to proceed as he sees fit."

After Mateo left, Morris turned to Leo. "Have someone keep a close eye on Lydia. I suspect there's more to her than meets the eye."

With a shake of his head, he added, "The women in the Walton family are a real piece of work. Cherise is so much better."

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When Cherise arrived at Charity Orphanage, Maeve informed her that Hank had gone out.

Currently, the only people there were Maeve, Clara, who had just been discharged from Betrico Hospital, and Cherise. Cherise had brought along a large number of supplies, replenishing the orphanage's stock.

Maeve smiled as she chatted with Cherise. "Hank recently won some prize money from a competition. He's using it to hire a renovation team to repair the outer walls. Once that's done, we won't have to worry about storms causing any more damage. Cherise nodded, genuinely happy for them. Casually, she asked, Has Hank always been this thoughtful and reliable?" Maeve chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh, not at all. Until he turned 12 just two years ago, he was very frail.

"He used to catch colds and fevers easily. I remember one particularly bad fever. The doctor even warned it might affect his

brain development.

"Thankfully, he pulled through. Ever since he started exercising regularly, his health has improved a lot.

"We haven't been to the doctor in two years! But his academic performance has always been outstanding.

Cherise replied with a noncommittal "Oh, really," though her eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. She then shifted the conversation to Clara's health.

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Meanwhile, Hank was indeed wrapping up discussions with a renovation team. After finalizing the contract and paying a deposit, he prepared to return to the orphanage.

Just as he stepped out of the decorator's shop, his phone buzzed with a notification.

He glanced at the screen and saw that the posts he had helped Jean publish about Lydia had been removed.

Smirking, he muttered to himself, "Who could it be? Ms. Leach? Or her husband? Took them just ten hours to pull it down. Well, that's the Walton family for you. Still, the public impact was worth it."

He shrugged, stopped by a store to buy ten sandwiches, and headed back to the orphanage.novelbin

When he arrived, he saw Cherise about to get into her car. Excited, he called out, "Ms. Leach, are you leaving already? I just bought some sandwiches. Want one before you go?"

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Cherise turned to him with a smile. "No, thank you. You should save them for the kids. I need to check on Jean. Something came up."

Hank's expression shifted to concern. "What happened to Jean? Is she alright?"

Cherise met his gaze with a knowing smile. "Haven't you checked the trending news?"

Hank shook his head. "I've been so busy with the renovation plans. I haven't had time for anything else. Is she okay?"

"Ms. Hale told me about the renovation plans," Cherise replied, her tone casual. "Jean was bullied and got a minor injury, but it's been taken care of."

Hank let out a visible sigh of relief. "That's good to hear."

Cherise glanced at her watch. "Go back. I'll be off now." With that, she climbed into the car and left.

Hank watched as the car disappeared down the road. He exhaled deeply before heading back into the orphanage.