Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks
My Billionaire Family 254

Morris' words surprisingly eased Rayburn's mind. Cherise's friends surely wouldn't let her down.

"Rest assured, the pulse is very stable and there's no immediate threat to her life. We'll just have to wait to see what the drug's components are, so solving it won't be such a hassle." Rayburn could tell how nervous and fond Morris was of Cherise, so revealing the real situation might help ease his stress.

As expected, Morris' face relaxed quite a bit after hearing this.

It was almost 5 a.m. when Morris checked the time. "Mr. Muller, sorry for taking up your time today. Once the drug is fully processed, I'll need to trouble you again."

Rayburn waved his hand, clearly fond of the humble young person before him, nothing like the arrogant figure the rumors suggested.

"I feel connected to Cherise, so I get upset if anything happens to her. Go rest for now; we might have a long fight ahead," Rayburn said.

Morris nodded and personally saw the guest out the door before heading back to the room.

In less than a day, the vigor that he usually showed had faded to a haunted look.

He looked at the person still peacefully asleep in bed, bending down to softly place caring kisses on her gentle pink lips.

Then he stood up and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

He brought a basin of warm water from the bathroom, wrung out a towel, and gently wiped Cherise's face. Her hands, feet, neck, and body all received the same gentle attention.

While wiping, he softly said, "Cherise, I know you love staying clean. Don't worry, I promise to keep you looking beautiful every day."

With gentleness and care, he changed her into a fresh set of pajamas before tiredly heading to the bathroom for his shower.

By the time Morris had finished taking care of both Cherise and himself, and got into bed, it was already close to 7 in the morning.

For autumn days in Betrico, dawn was almost breaking.

Morris didn't dare easily close his eyes, afraid that Cherise might wake up or something might happen, causing him to miss it. He just lay down next to Cherise, resting his head on the nape of her neck. He gently held her in his arms, breathing in the familiar scent that comforted him. Everything seemed so calm.

In contrast to the calm in the master bedroom on the second floor of the Chivers Residence, the internet was buzzing with excitement.

Last night's auction news had reached mainstream media, sparking a heated debate across the country.

One hot topic was the confirmation that Morris was safe and sound, making a strong comeback as the CEO of Syphonea Group by purchasing the operating rights to the Agrieviel property for 26 billion dollars.

On the other hand, there was buzz about Cherise, the mysterious Duskson, a well-known architecture designer who had come from a small town.

Many netizens were congratulating Morris and praising Cherise while expressing a series of amazements.

[At 20, some are professors at top universities, famous pianists, and well-known architects, while at 20, I still need my mom to stop me from playing on my phone!]

[It's kind of eerie when you think about it. At 20, GlobalVision Group Tower was completed 4 years ago, so wasn't Cherise just 16 then? She might have even designed it before she turned 16.]

[Oh my gosh, please don't let my mom see this news.]

[My mom already saw it and now she's with my dad at home giving me a hard time. Honestly, comparing myself to others just makes me frustrated.]

[I'm just focused on Mr. Chivers. He's really rich and amazing! Being handsome is one thing, but being the CEO of the Chivers Group too? And now he's also the CEO of Syphonea Group? I'm bowled over.] [Thankfully, I heard Mr. Chivers was missing, and I was really sad for days. Good thing he's okay!]

[26 billion dollars, wow! I'm excited about Mr. Chivers and architect Duskson's collaboration. Looking forward to a new city complex.]

[This is like the second time these two have made a public appearance together, right? Suspicious.]

[They actually make a great pair, I support it!]

[No way, our Mr. Chivers is one of a kind, like a god. No one is worthy of him.]

It turns out, those who are hostile to successful women are always women. After this comment was posted, a string of "no way" responses followed.

There were a few "yes, they match" comments, but they got drowned out by many saying "no way."