Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

Chapter 518 Chapter 518 "Is that Jean?" Lydia asked as she pointed to the person Truman was indicating.

She knew Jean. Stella had introduced them when they were at Taylor Vogue that day.

Cherise glanced at Truman, her eyebrow raised, and immediately understood what was happening.

It seemed like Lydia could no longer hold herself back, as she hurried toward Jean.

"It's over..." Truman and Leo both muttered at the stime, quickly following behind her.

Jean, still unaware that Truman had dragged her into this, was happily chatting with Xenia.

When Lydia approached, she stood in front of both Xenia and Jean, looking down at them. "Jean, do you remember me?" Both women looked up at the sound of her voice.

"The scheming lady's niece?" Xenia, who had drunk a fair amount by now, was the first to speak up.

Jean recognized Lydia. "You're Stella's niece, Lydia, right? You cto Ebb & Flow? What's going on?" Just then, Truman and the others caught up.

Truman stepped forward, blocking Jean's path. "Ms. Walton, what exactly do you think you're doing? This is my girlfriend. We're in love, so please stop. Don't keep pushing this. Let it go." Jean and Xenia both froze, especially Jean, who called out in confusion.

She had no idea what was going on and looked toward Cherise, who had just walked over.

Cherise shrugged with a smile, signaling that she had only just learned about the situation.

While Lydia wasn't paying attention, Truman turned to Jean. "Jean, helpout. I'll make it up to you later, I promise. Please, I really need your help." Jean, still a bit lost in the weird scene, hesitated but finally nodded. "Oh, okay." Seeing Jean's reaction, Truman quickly put his arm around her shoulders. "Ms. Walton, see. This is my girlfriend. Look how perfect we are together, right, Jean?" Truman squeezed Jean's cheek after speaking.

Jean, completely confused, felt like a piece of meat on a chopping block, helpless, but since she had agreed, she reluctantly said, "Yeah, Lydia, we're clearly a couple. Look. We're so well-matched." Xenia, now clearly enjoying the , slapped her thigh. "I just knew something was going on between you two! You've been exchanging looks for a while. Turns out, it's been brewing for a while. "I'm calling my grandparents right now. They'll be thrilled to hear that you two are getting together. So happy for you, Truman! You are so lucky to be able to marry the only daughter of the Jarrett family." Truman and Jean, still standing close to each other, both twitched at the comment. Xenia seemed to believe it wholeheartedly.

It was almost as if she had gone a little too far with the act, completely missing their true aim.

1/2 2/2 13:29 Wed, Jan 8 Chapter 518 3 12% Cherise, barely holding back her laughter, quietly sat on the sofa, picked up her phone, and texted Morris while wondering how they were going to get out of this mess. Lydia's expression remained calm, so calm that it was hard to tell what she was thinking.

However, anyone who paid attention could see that her hands, which hung by her sides, were tightly clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of her hands were visible. Cherise, glancing at her clenched fists, took a sip of her juice before offering a small, knowing smile.

After a few minutes of standing there in silence, Lydia finally spoke up. "Fine. I was rude. Sorry about that. I'll leave now. I wish you both happiness. Goodbye." With that, Lydia turned and walked away. As she passed Cherise, she shot her a quick glance and didn't look back as she headed out of Ebb & Flow "Thank goodness, she's finally gone." Truman sighed in relief, letting go of Jean's shoulder and collapsing onto the sofa.

Jean's face immediately turned blushed. It was her first tdoing something like that, and her legs were shaking uncontrollably.

She couldn't bring herself to look directly at Truman and instead m sit shuffled overt overto sit next to Cherise.

"Cherise, pinch me. What just happened? I feel like I was in a play."

Truman, recovering from the situation, stood up and walked over to Jean ¡Jean, I'm really sorry. Whatever you want, I'll try my best to make it up to you. "I'm just not used to being pursued so aggressively by a girl, and I'm completely inexperienced. I didn't mean to drag you into this. Truly, I apologize." Jean waved him off. "It's fine, Mr. Simpson. No harm done." However, Cherise wasn't so sure. She set her juice down on the table and spoke casually. "Lydia won't let this go so easily." "Huh?" The others exclaimed in unison.

"Why do you say that, Cherise?" Xenia asked, looking puzzled.

Cherise crossed her arms and leaned back leisurely on the sofa. From a psychological standpoint, someone who's truly willing to let go wouldn't have that kind of look in their eyes. Lydia's gaze just now had a lot of resentment in it. "And the way she clenched her fists, the veins showing on her hands... those are subtle actions that show she hasn't truly let go. Not only that, but she's likely to take more aggressive actions. "Clearly, she has a strong sense of possessiveness and a harmful, vindictive personality. So, you all should be careful moving forward." SEND GIFT