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In the heartland where rustic routines and predictable landscapes often prevailed, Saphira was a whisper of novelty that danced on the breeze, defying the clichés of a behindhand place. This small town was no ordinary collection of homes; it was a tapestry of pristine, cobblestone paths, quaint mini-mansions that whispered tales of cozy comfort, and log cabins adorned with designer flair. Tucked away at the serene base of a slumbering mountain, a vision arrested your gaze: a contemporary courtyard that stood as a testament to architectural harmony. It was a fusion of minimalist elegance and style, where tradition met modernity in a seamless blend. And what a revelation it was to learn that the architect of this masterpiece was Cherise Leach, a young woman on the cusp of her twenties. In the courtyard, a young guy with a youthful face looked around, his eyes big and full of amazement. "Wow, this looks like a picture from a book, the new kind of town. Are there any secret experts here?" This little guy was Yves Leach, the baby of the Leach family from Betrico. Ever since he arrived in Saphira, he'd been exploring like he'd found a brand new place. "Andy, didn't Shirley say this place was all broken down and the people were having a tough time? But check out these houses! They're building fancy villas. This spot is even cooler than our Leach manor!" Yves chirped, his teenage energy buzzing. At the tender age of thirteen, he was a walking, talking chatterbox. "Yves, take a seat and stay out of trouble," Andy Leach, Yves's cousin, instructed, his eyes scanning the bustling courtyard with a touch of confusion. He shifted his attention to Dennis Young, one of the housekeepers here. "Any idea when Cherise will arrive?" Right on time, the courtyard's wooden door groaned open, and a tall figure stepped in, bathed in sunlight, moving with a natural elegance. As she drew closer, Yves couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, I think we've got a fairy here!" Andy was just as surprised. "You must be Cherise. I'm Andy, your cousin. We met when you were just five." He stared at Cherise, his heart racing with a mix of emotions. It had been years, and now, here she was, the cousin he'd thought about constantly, standing right in front of him. He ached to pull her into a tight embrace, to spill out the words that had been bottled up for so long about how much he'd missed her. But instead, he stood there, his hands balled into fists, his eyes glistening with the tears he refused to let fall. "Yep, I remember," Cherise said, her voice as steady as a calm lake. Andy gazed at Cherise, realizing that none of the so-called beauties back in Betrico could compare to her. Her skin was smooth, her eyes striking, and she was undeniably beautiful. But she wore her looks with ease, dressed in simple jeans, a white T-shirt, and casual shoes, as if she didn't even have to try, which made her beauty even more striking. His chest puffed out with a sense of pride as his eyes lingered on Cherise. She stood before him, the very image of the resilience and poise that coursed through their family's veins. "Grandpa sent me to bring you home," Andy said, his voice softening. "He heard about your grandmother's sudden passing and thought you should be with family now." "Didn't Jacob come with you?" Cherise inquired, her gaze meeting Andy's. "Uncle Jacob's stuck with a real estate deal, can't break away. Grandpa's not as spry as he used to be, and the doctors wouldn't let him come. Uncle Sean's leg injury from years back keeps him from traveling, so his son Yves is here with me." Cherise's expression remained calm, reflecting her lack of surprise that her father had once again let business take precedence over family. "Please let Grandpa know I'll head to Betrico once I've held the funeral for my grandmother," she said. Cherise's maternal grandmother, Amelia Garcia, had a pact with her paternal grandfather, Oliver Leach: if she was unable to care for Cherise upon her 22nd birthday, Cherise would return to the Leach family fold. However, endowed with her own abilities, Cherise felt she could manage quite independently. Hearing Cherise promise to return home, Andy felt a surge of emotion. It had been 14 years since she'd been part of the Leach family, and the thought of her coming back awakened a flood of feelings and recollections. With a heavy heart, Andy managed to utter, "Alright, I understand. Take care, and I'll see you soon in Betrico." Aware of the deep bond between Cherise and her grandmother, Andy refrained from pressing further. He signaled to Yves that it was time to return to Betrico. "Cherise, you have to promise to find me in Betrico. I'm going to tell everyone how I met a real-life fairy," Yves declared with wide-eyed wonder. With a gentle nudge, Andy guided Yves into the car, and they set off down the road. Cherise stood alone, her gaze following the black sedan as it vanished around the bend. Only then did she turn and re-enter the solemn hall. Inside, the warm gaze from her grandmother's portrait greeted her, a reflection of her grandmother's tender spirit. Cherise lit the candles, bowed in reverence, and gently placed them in the holder, the smoke curling upwards like whispered prayers. "Grandma, I promise I'll follow your wish and go to Betrico to find my family," Cherise whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I miss you terribly. Without you, who will be my family?" In that poignant moment, Saphira's silence echoed with the depth of Cherise's sorrowful tears. Chapter 2 Cherise's Grandmother Cherise stood in the lobby, her world shattered into a million pieces. By her side, Dennis Young and Bella Young, the family's steadfast housekeepers, their eyes brimming with unshed tears, stood as pillars of support amidst the chaos. Bella's voice wavered with feeling as she said, "Ms. Garcia was a good soul. Heaven seems so merciless, taking what we cherish most." "I can't help but feel for Ms. Leach," Dennis murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at Cherise, his head shaking slightly in silent acknowledgment of the double loss she'd endured—the loss of her mother in her youth and now her grandmother. A month ago, after a peaceful dinner, Cherise's grandmother went for her usual walk by the creek. A sudden rainstorm overflowed the mountain reservoir. Spotting two kids in danger, she tried to warn them, but it was too late— one had already fallen into the surging waters. In a heartbeat, Cherise's grandmother had plunged into the raging torrent, rescuing the child and guiding him to cling to the vines. But the relentless current was too much for her elderly frame. Residents from the area quickly acted, rescuing the child from the swift waters, but by the time they turned their attention back, Cherise's grandmother had been tragically carried away. Cherise reached the site, only to be met with a reality she couldn't alter. ***** Dennis approached Cherise with a soft step. "Ms. Leach, you must find your strength. Ms. Garcia would want you to endure, not be consumed by sorrow." Bella chimed in, her voice gentle, "Remember how painting soothed you in the past? It could be your solace again." Cherise sat motionless, huddled in front of her grandmother's portrait. Dennis, with a heavy sigh, stepped forward. "Ms. Garcia left this for you," he murmured. At that, Cherise lifted her head, her eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying, and slowly stood up. Dennis presented Cherise with a finely wrought wooden box, the heft of it settling into her hands with a sense of significance. It's filled with Ms. Garcia's precious memories," Dennis said. "And there's something in her study's secret room for you. She was going to tell you the password when you turned twenty, but..." His voice faded, the unspoken truth hanging in the air—that Amelia didn't make it. Cherise's voice was a faint whisper, barely carrying the weight of her words. "I understand, Dennis. You and Bella should rest. You've been tireless. I'll be alright." With the box cradled in her arms, she ascended the stairs to the sanctuary of her grandmother's study, her back to them, radiating a quiet vulnerability. Bella, her voice tinged with optimism, confided in Dennis. "Ms. Leach may keep her feelings close, but she's resilient and hopeful. She'll find her way back to us soon." Dennis and Bella had been by Amelia's side since they were little, like family really, with no kids of their own. They were fiercely loyal and treated each other with such respect that the usual boss-staff divide just didn't apply. Perched at her grandmother's desk, Cherise ran her fingers over the wooden box. As she lifted the lid, she discovered a treasure trove of photographs, a visual chronicle of their life together since Cherise had left the Leach family at the age of five. Among the photos was one of a tender scene: a dignified woman in a red dress, holding a small girl with a shy smile and dimples at the gates of an elementary school. It was Cherise and her grandmother, captured in a moment of pride and joy. Flipped to the back, there was a note in her grandmother's elegant script: "My dear Cherise begins her school journey at five and a half, as bright as her mother before her. I am filled with pride." Another snapshot captured Cherise on her 18th birthday, beaming in a soft pink dress, her radiance glowing with youthful beauty. Beside her, her grandmother stood tall, exuding an air of grace and poise. The inscription on the photo's reverse read: "My Cherise, as you step into adulthood today, may your life bloom with the same exquisite beauty that has graced mine, singular and beyond compare!" As each photo brought back a fresh memory, Cherise felt the warmth of their shared love. It struck her that her grandmother, always full of optimism and happiness, wouldn't have wanted her to be so sad. Swamped by a whirlwind of emotions, Cherise, worn out, fell asleep on the desk, dreaming of happier times with her grandmother and the distant memories of her mother. Chapter 3 Twentieth Birthday Morris Chivers, the powerful head of the Chivers family, looked out over the city from the top floor of his luxurious suite in Mondial Regalia's hotel. His black clothes fit his strong body, with sleeves pushed up to show off his well-defined arms. His face, marked by a sharp jawline and intense eyes, showed a strong will that drew respect. His well-proportioned nose and just-right lips added to his striking, awe-inspiring appearance. Morris had a notorious reputation for his no-holds-barred approach in business. Yet, his strikingly attractive looks had earned him a following among the city's elite. With a nonchalant grace, he propped an elbow on the windowsill, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, tendrils of smoke drifting skyward. His assistant, Steven Sanchez, and Truman Simpson, the charming next in line for the Simpson family, walked into the room. Steven gave Morris a folder, saying, "Mr. Chivers, the Bakers are close with Joseph. Helen Baker, the wife of the Baker Group's top boss, is Barbara's cousin." Barbara Chivers wasn't Morris's biological mother. His birth mother passed away during his birth. Ever since, it was his grandmother, Phoebe Chivers, who took on the role of raising him. When Morris was almost two, his father married again, bringing Joseph into their lives. Joseph had made several attempts to undermine Morris, but every time, Morris managed to rise above the obstacles, surpassing all expectations. Five years back, when the Chivers Group was on the brink of collapse under his father Harold Chivers's leadership, Morris stepped in. He not only saved the company within two years but also propelled it to new heights of success. If it weren't for his grandmother, Morris wouldn't have considered assuming leadership of the Chivers family. Truman, taking a bite out of an apple, commented, "My mom always says, 'Accompanying a stepmother is the altered affection of a father.' Looks like it's true. "The land deal with the Baker Group is a trap. It's full of old relics. The authorities won't approve any development there. It's a losing bet. The Chivers Group's elders will use this to try to get you out. It's a cunning move. "Hold on, you purposely didn't sign that contract earlier. Did you already suspect there was an issue with the land?" Morris crushed his cigarette, his eyes as sharp as a blade. "Barbara and Joseph are getting sneakier, using intermediaries. Steven, keep the Hunters on their toes. They've been twiddling their thumbs for far too long." Truman, still chewing his apple, shook his head at the folly of those who tangled with Morris, a man of formidable power and influence. ***** As the first light of day crept over the horizon, Cherise began her morning ritual, her soul soaring with the sun's ascent. Two hours later, she arrived back home, her cheeks flushed with vitality, her skin shimmering with the sheen of exertion. Dennis and Bella couldn't hide their relief at seeing Cherise so vibrant, a mirror image of her departed grandmother. At the breakfast table, Bella presented Cherise with a plate of spaghetti. "Happy 20th birthday, Cherise," she chimed, beaming with joy. Holding a gift, Bella said, "As your grandmother did, we have a present for you. Dennis and I want to keep her memory alive. We wish you a life brimming with happiness and the hope that you'll find a love as deep as ours for you." Cherise took the gift and wrapped Bella in a tight, emotional embrace, her eyes pooling with thankfulness. "Thank you, Dennis and Bella. I'm doing really well, truly." At the age of 20, she resolved to embrace the most splendid chapter of her life with all her heart. "I'm glad to hear that," Bella urged, nodding towards the steaming plate. "Savor the spaghetti while it's at its best." "Absolutely, I'll dig in right away!" Cherise chimed in, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. After breakfast, her phone buzzed with a relentless stream of messages. The "United Hearts" chat, Saphira's local hub, was flooded with birthday greetings and heartfelt messages. Trent Graham: [Cherise, let go of your sorrow; the departed are beyond our call. We're your family now, and we're all here for you in Betrico.] Marlon Taylor: [Life goes on, and so must our love. Cherise, we cherish you always.] A student of Amelia: [Cherise, Ms. Garcia would want you to find joy again. For her memory, find a smile within your heart.] A flurry of "Happy Birthday" messages from Liam Wilson, Elwin Sinclair, Mike Shawn, and others blanketed Cherise's screen, a mosaic of warmth and affection. Cherise's heart swelled with affection, and for the first time in days, a sweet smile graced her lips. She quickly typed back a reply. [Thank you all so much. I'm feeling fantastic and hold your blessings dear to my heart.] Her message sparked a flurry of responses in the chat. She closed the app and stood by the study window, her gaze sweeping over the town. The languid smoke from the chimneys curled upward, a testament to the steady rhythm of life. Chapter 4 Secret Room In the study, a knock on the door startled Cherise from her reverie. "Come in," she called, and Dennis entered, his expression somber. "Dennis," Cherise greeted with a gentle smile. "Ms. Leach, today you turn 20," Dennis said, his voice heavy with the weight of Amelia's last wishes. "Ms. Garcia was supposed to give you the password to the secret room, where something important is kept. But with her passing, the password has been lost to us." The secret room, hidden behind a vase in her grandmother's study, had always piqued Cherise's curiosity. Her grandmother's strict prohibition had kept her away, but now, with a mix of excitement and unease, she said, "I'll see if I can crack it." Dennis's face brightened. "You've always been sharp, Ms. Leach. If you can figure it out, Ms. Garcia would be very happy." Cherise had quickly surpassed the school curriculum and continued her education with guidance from her grandmother and the insights of the townspeople, but Dennis was largely in the dark about the breadth of her learning. "I'll leave you to it," Dennis said, his step lighter as he added, "I'll go help Bella with dinner." Cherise approached the vase, twisted the base, and the wooden door behind it swung open. She stepped into a hidden room, her eyes immediately drawn to a tarot-themed iron door. The door's centerpiece was a raised design featuring all 22 Major Arcana cards, each capable of movement—a nod to the rich tapestry of tarot culture. Her grandmother's passion for tarot flashed through her mind, and Cherise knew she was on the right track. The Major Arcana cards were like a map of life's journey, and Cherise thought about the ones that symbolized feminine power. She tried the High Priestess card, hoping it would be the secret to opening the door, but it didn't work. 'Not that one?' she thought, her brow creasing as she considered other options. Cherise's thoughts raced back to her grandmother's tarot tales, recalling the Strength and The Magician cards as symbols of courage and intellect. She placed them at the pattern's heart, and the door clicked open. Inside, she found a cramped space dominated by a towering bookshelf, crammed with volumes. Inside, she found medical journals, religious texts, ancient scrolls, and some works that were thought to be lost to history. She picked up one of the volumes, the pages filled with her grandmother's handwriting in seal script, indicating she was more than just a teacher. Cherise browsed through the books before her attention was drawn to a photograph atop the bookshelf. It depicted her grandmother, from a time long past, standing beside a young girl who looked to be around ten years old—her mother, Claire Garcia. On the photo's back, her grandmother's note read: "My dear daughter, I miss you dearly. May you find peace in heaven. Though I am unable to pursue justice for you, I promise I'll watch over Cherise, ensuring her happiness and well-being." Cherise's thoughts whirled as she absorbed the message. 'Mom's death wasn't from a bombing? Are there more secrets? Why did Grandma write this? Why was I only allowed in the secret room at 20? Did Grandma pass away before she could remove this photo?' Her mind was a whirlwind of questions, creating a brief turmoil. Swiftly, she pulled out her phone and located a contact labeled 'Crow.' Chapter 5 Investigate Her Mother's Death "Hey, Boss!" Crow's voice burst through the phone, so full of energy that it could power a city. "You've been off the radar for ages. Don't tell me you've ditched your favorite wingman." The words spilled out in a rapid-fire stream. Cherise felt a throb behind her eyes and rubbed her temples. "Boss, are you there?" Crow continued to chatter away without any intention of pausing. "Crow, you're speaking too quickly for me to get a word in. Slow down, or I'll have to hang up," she warned, her tone chilling the line. Abruptly, Crow's voice ceased, leaving an expectant silence for her to speak. "Alright, I need you to dig into something for me," Cherise began. "Investigate who Claire Garcia was communicating with before her death 15 years ago. Additionally, confirm the truth about her supposed death from a stray bullet in a warzone." With a sense of urgency, she emphasized, "I need this done promptly." "Understood," Crow responded succinctly, and with that, Cherise ended the call. After the call, Cherise's gaze landed on a massive wooden chest in the corner. She moved closer, drawn to its intricate carvings, and opened it to see a collection of identical, beautifully crafted wooden boxes. Lifting one, she felt its weight and opened it to find shiny diamonds and a note that read: "Cherise, happy 18th birthday! Grandma's been saving for your wedding. In the best of times, diamonds are a girl's best friend; in the worst, they're a safety net." Another box held more diamonds with another note that read: "Cherise, today marks your coming-of-age, and it's more diamonds for your wedding. I'm all about practicality. When you turn 20, I've got a big surprise for you." Cherise chuckled, tears brimming in her eyes, as a mix of warmth and profound yearning filled her chest. 'So, Grandma had intended for me to receive this precious wedding gift on my 20th birthday,' she mused. Gently, she replaced the boxes, shut the chest, and secured it with a lock. With more wealth than she could ever use, the diamonds held no practical value for her. This treasure was a testament to her grandmother's love, and she couldn't bring herself to convert it into currency. It would remain untouched in the chest, just as her grandmother's affection had remained eternal and unchanging. ***** An hour later, Crow reported back. "Boss, I've found three people who were in contact with Ms. Claire Garcia before her death. "The first is Jacob Leach, the current patriarch of the Leach family. The second was a war journalist named Colin Chapman, who also died in the conflict. The third individual used a disposable phone, originating from Betrico, with no identifiable user." Crow's news puzzled Cherise. Crow was ranked as the world's third-best hacker, and Cherise held the second spot as Darknight. But if Crow couldn't crack it, it signified that the mystery was truly formidable. Exiting the secret room, Cherise headed to her personal space and powered up her high-spec computer. She encountered the same obstacle—a burner phone number. Her attempts to restore the call recording yielded only disjointed pieces and incomplete data. She considered someone who might be able to solve it: King, the leading hacker, known for his elusiveness and unmatched skills. Cherise reached for her phone and made a call. "Dora, locate hacker King. I have a call recording that needs restoration, and I'm prepared to offer ten million for the job." Dora Xenakis, Cherise's efficient assistant with a vast global network, handled her various affairs. "Got it. I'll handle it," Dora responded courteously. After ending the call, Cherise pocketed her phone, her thoughts lingering on the message she'd found on the back of the photo in her grandmother's secret room. Her recollections of her mother were few and far between. As a war correspondent, her mother was frequently absent. The last time Cherise could remember seeing her mother was at her grandfather Oliver Leach's birthday when she was just four years old. The last information Cherise received regarding her mother came when she was nearly five; her father informed her that her mother had been killed in a bombing in the perpetually conflicted nation of Astamia. Cherise took a deep breath and gazed out the window, realizing that a journey to Betrico was now a necessary step. Chapter 6 Shirley's Concern The early summer night had cast its spell, the sky ablaze with stars against the dark canvas. On the outskirts of Betrico, the Havenwood Estates stood in all their golden grandeur, a beacon of wealth against the night. This was the heart of Betrico's high society, where the city's most influential families resided. Among the elite, the Chivers family loomed large, with the Simpson, Chambers, and Leach families in their shadow. The Leach family, once a powerhouse, had been fading since Jacob took control. The Leach manor, a symbol of grandeur and luxury, was composed of three separate but interconnected buildings. The grandest of the three buildings, the main house, was where Jacob and his family enjoyed a life of luxury. The east wing of the manor was occupied by the family's third branch, and the west wing was the domain of Oliver and his eldest lineage. The patriarch's immediate family was small and close, having been reduced to just Andy and his mother after a car accident took the life of Andy's father years prior. Oliver had since moved in with them, strengthening their bond under one roof. The main house was a beacon of extravagance. On the second floor, Mandy Leach relaxed, smelling of expensive perfume. Wearing fancy jewelry and bright red lipstick, she slowly moved a glass of red wine, looking rich and attractive. Beside Mandy, her daughter Shirley Leach sat, bearing a strong resemblance to her mother. Clad in a red dress that highlighted her figure, Shirley had a beautiful face, impeccable makeup, and her nicely done nails tapped anxiously. Shirley Lewis, now called Shirley Leach, joined the Leach family when Jacob married Mandy less than six months after Claire's death. Shirley, then four, was just a year younger than Cherise. Initially introduced as an adopted daughter, her impressive qualities made her a recognized member of the Leach family in Betrico. "Mom, I'm scared Cherise will ruin my engagement to Jeffrey. It was Cherise's mother who arranged the match with the Chambers. She must be here to take him away. Mom, you have to help me," Shirley pleaded, her face filled with anxiety. Mandy looked at Shirley with a hint of disappointment. "Shirley, you're the heir to the Leach Group and have the backing of the Lewis family. Despite its waning influence, it remains a force to be reckoned with. "Don't lose your nerve against Cherise. You're poised to become a Chambers by marriage." Mandy sipped her wine, a glint of malice in her eyes as she thought of Cherise. Shirley's face brightened with a proud grin as she listened to Mandy. "That's right, I'm the lady of the Leach family and a well-known figure in Betrico. The elite of Betrico flock to me. A country girl like her should think twice before entering our circle." With a newfound resolve, Shirley stood up. "Thanks, Mom, I get it. I'm going to practice the piano. Liam is judging next month's Clusia Piano Competition, and I'm going to win." And with that, Shirley exited the room, her steps reflecting her confidence. Mandy nodded, pleased, and sipped her wine with contentment. As soon as Shirley stepped out of the hall, she swiftly dialed a number on her phone. Once the call was over, a victorious smile curved her lips. ***** In the blink of an eye, the funeral was over, and Cherise's grandmother was at peace in her final resting place. In the tranquil cemetery, white tombstones rose against a backdrop of vibrant green cypresses. Standing before a new grave, Cherise looked at the image of her grandmother on the tombstone, which showed a kind and noble smile. With a solemn reverence, Cherise bowed three times, laid her grandmother's cherished daisies at the base of the stone, and then turned to leave, her steps carrying her out of the cemetery's quiet embrace. After leaving the cemetery, she walked deliberately into the adjacent small forest. Pausing among the trees, she clenched her fists, her eyes burning with determination. "Reveal yourselves," she called out, her voice echoing through the woods. Chapter 7 Leave Them To Face The Law From behind the shrubbery, four bulky figures emerged, one brandishing a switchblade with a smirk that made Cherise's stomach turn. As they got closer, they were taken aback by her striking looks. "Damn, we figured you were hot from your silhouette, but up close, you're a total stunner," one of the men remarked, clearly impressed. A shorter, stockier man chimed in as he walked closer, "What a waste to just kill a pretty face like yours. How about you keep us company, and if you're good, maybe we'll let you walk away." As he made a grab for her, Cherise was quick as a whip, seizing his wrist and the knife in one fluid motion. With a sharp jab, she buried the blade in his thigh, eliciting a howl of pain. The others paused, caught off guard by her ferocity. But their numbers and the prospect of a big payday pushed them forward. Without hesitation, they lunged at Cherise, but she moved with blinding speed. In a flash, one assailant was thrown back, and the other two were knocked out with precise hits. Soon, all four attackers were on the ground, struggling to breathe. They expected a simple country girl, but what they got was a formidable opponent. "Who sent you?" Cherise barked, nudging one of the men with her foot. "N-nobody," he spluttered, his face a mask of terror. "Looks like you haven't learned your lesson," Cherise retorted, raising her foot as if to strike again. "I'll confess! It was Shirley Leach from the Leach family who hired us to take you out. She paid us 300 grand. We're just doing this for the cash. Please, have mercy. I've got people relying on me," he begged, dropping to his knees. "Shirley, the adopted one? How intriguing," Cherise remarked with a chilling smile. Cherise bound them with their rope and used one of their phones to call the police, send her location, and make them confess. As sirens wailed in the distance, she left the men to face the law. The four men had never expected to find themselves in a police station without earning a cent, but now they'd rather be there than face Cherise's fury. ***** At Mondial Regalia's hotel, as Morris wrapped up his video call, Steven walked in. "Mr. Chivers, we got a gig to restore an old audio file, and they're willing to pay ten million," Steven informed him. Morris took a sip of his coffee before declining. "Decline it. It's not worth our while." "Understood," Steven replied. Just then, the phone on the conference table rang, displaying a call from Morris's grandmother's place. "Hello, Mr. Chivers," a respectful voice greeted on the other end. "Ruth, what's the matter?" Morris inquired softly. "Mrs. Chivers fainted last night. Dr. Jones believes it's the same condition as before," Ruth, who was in charge of Phoebe's care, reported. "Understood. I'll be there soon. Please ensure my grandmother is well taken care of," Morris requested. After hanging up, Morris lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "Set up my return to Betrico for tomorrow," he instructed, the smoke billowing as he spoke. Chapter 8 Head To Betrico At Yasvissa International Airport, Morris relaxed in the private VIP lounge, his hair stylishly disheveled, and his black casual suit exuding a natural elegance and refinement. The female staff cast occasional admiring glances his way, tempted to approach, but his commanding presence maintained a respectful boundary. Truman, in the meantime, was occupied with peeling and enjoying oranges, lounging with his legs casually crossed nearby. Steven approached Morris and whispered, "Mr. Chivers, there's been an unexpected change with the pilots for our private jet." Morris's typically stern expression turned menacing. Sensing the shift, Truman discreetly popped some orange slices into his mouth, bracing for the impending drama. "Eager to make their play, I see," Morris commented, his tone an unnerving blend of calm and resolve. "File the paperwork. We'll take a commercial flight instead, and you handle the rest." In a different part of the airport, Dennis and Bella were bidding farewell to Cherise. Bella's eyes shimmered as she addressed Cherise, "Ms. Leach, please take care. If the Leach family causes you any distress, just reach out, and we'll be there to bring you back." Dennis was equally moved, struggling to express his feelings. Cherise had left Yasvissa before, but this time was different. She felt a warmth in her heart as she reassured them, "I'll take good care of myself. Enjoy your life in Saphira, and I'll be back to visit soon." For Cherise, it was Saphira that truly captured the spirit of home, filled with beloved memories. As the airport's PA system announced the commencement of boarding, Cherise offered a final wave to Dennis and Bella before proceeding to the security checkpoint. Cherise caught the eye of many as she walked through the airport, her simple yet striking look—featuring a white cable-knit sweater, light blue denim shorts, and white high-top sneakers, with her hair flowing freely—radiating a lively and captivating charm. Dennis had managed to get Cherise a spot in business class, and as she got on the plane, she caught the flight attendants' eyes. They all thought to themselves that the passengers in business class that day were really impressive. With Morris and Truman already on board, Cherise's arrival just made the group even more eye-catching. In the intimate business class cabin, with just four seats, Cherise was escorted to her spot by a steward. Truman, who was about to save Morris's dessert since Morris didn't want it, got so distracted by Cherise that he dropped the dessert. This led to a gooey mess on the floor and a bad stain on Morris's suit. Though he was a seasoned veteran in the entertainment world and had met many beautiful women, Cherise had a distinct, alluring charm that was new to him. He had a feeling she could really make it big if he got her on his team. So entranced was he by her presence that he didn't realize he'd dropped the dessert, which splattered on the carpet and left a spot on Morris's outfit. Morris, frowning deeply, stood up to clean off the mess, his cold demeanor becoming even more pronounced. He turned to see Truman, lost in thought, staring blankly ahead. Following Truman's gaze, Morris felt a faint stirring in his chest. Chapter 9 Encounter The cabin's tension had been as thick as fog, but Morris's mood cleared it up like the sun breaking through clouds, bringing a sense of ease. Truman was on the verge of introducing himself when Morris, as if sensing his intentions, intercepted him. "Take my seat. You made the mess, so we're switching." His tone left no room for argument; it was more than a suggestion. Truman, chilled by the threat, complied and took his seat. He tried to sneak peeks at the woman he'd been admiring, but the partition was too high, and he could feel Morris's hostile stare every time he moved. He muttered under his breath, "What's with me? Not enough sleep?" Deciding to catch some rest, he planned to talk to her before landing. Morris took Truman's seat, which was directly in line with Cherise's, a small aisle between them. He looked at Cherise, who was gazing out the window, bathed in sunlight that made her skin look radiant. She possessed an almost otherworldly beauty, her features so strikingly perfect they seemed to defy the ordinary. Morris couldn't help but smile, but then he frowned, noticing her shorts were a bit too short, her legs exposed in a way he found himself wanting to protect. A flight attendant reminded everyone to buckle up, and the plane took off, soaring through the clouds. Cherise put on her eye mask and settled in for a nap. The business class was quiet and comfortable, everyone but Morris drifting off. Two hours into the flight, an urgent announcement shattered the peace. "Is there a doctor on board? A seven-year-old kid in economy class, seat 27J, has collapsed. We need help immediately!" Cherise removed her eye mask, quickly tied her hair up, and hurried to seat 27J, with Morris following closely behind. In the economy class, anxiety was setting in. Some were concerned for the child's life, while others were worried about their travel plans. Upon arriving, Cherise found a child lying on a mat, pale, with his mother desperately calling out beside him. "I'm a doctor. Keep everyone calm and don't disturb. The closest airport is Betrico Airport, an hour away. Get the medical staff there ready," Cherise commanded, her voice firm and confident. The other passengers and crew looked at Cherise skeptically, her youth and beauty not matching their expectations of a doctor. But Morris had faith in her, and with the plane high in the sky and in an emergency, she was their only hope. Seeing the hesitation, Morris told the chief steward, "Get it arranged. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong." The chief steward, seasoned from years in the air and well-connected in Betrico's elite circles, immediately recognized Morris and quickly complied. Cherise nodded to Morris, a silent thank you. Morris's lips curled into a slight smile. Instead of returning to business class, he chose to stay nearby, ensuring no one would disturb Cherise. He stood quietly in an empty spot, watching over things like a guard. Cherise squatted down and looked at the child's mother, saying, "Trust me." Cherise's reassuring glance seemed to put the child's mom at ease. "Alright, I trust you. Please, help my child," the mother pleaded. Chapter 10 Save A Kid During The Flight "He's going to be alright," Cherise assured, her calming words brought a glimmer of hope to the worried mother. She gently checked the boy's weak pulse, her fingers feeling the chill and dampness of his skin, which were clear signs of distress. "Does he have a heart issue? And is this his first time flying?" Cherise inquired, her voice laced with concern. The mother's expression crumbled with remorse. "I shouldn't have taken him. I've failed him," she sobbed, berating herself and even striking her own cheeks in guilt. Noticing the mother's breakdown, Morris quietly gestured for a flight attendant to comfort her, ensuring it wouldn't disrupt their emergency response. Cherise quickly took action, releasing the boy's collar to ensure his airway was open and beginning CPR with a consistent beat. As she pressed on his chest, the boy's consciousness wavered, but his eyes remained closed. Seeing the signs of a heart issue and lacking access to nitroglycerin or acupuncture with a long flight ahead, Cherise opted to use acupressure. Quickly, she undid the boy's shirt, her movements confident and skilled. Next to her, Morris's gaze sharpened momentarily, but then it was gone as fast as it appeared. Cherise pressed a chest point firmly and repeatedly, then massaged spots on the inner wrist, chest center, heart-side wrist, and upper back. Within 20 minutes, the boy's pulse improved, and he regained consciousness. The boy's eyes fluttered open, and he saw Cherise, who seemed like an angel to him. "You saved me, didn't you? You're so beautiful!" he exclaimed. The mother, her face wet with tears, tried to kneel in gratitude, but Cherise gently stopped her. "Little one, rest easy. The doctors will take a look at you once we land," Cherise whispered softly to the boy, her voice as soothing as a lullaby. The passengers, relieved, no longer saw Cherise just as an attractive woman but as a true healer. Morris, visibly impressed, looked at Cherise with newfound respect. He offered her a tissue and gently dabbed her forehead before she could. "That was intense. Here, let me," he spoke softly. Cherise, taken aback but appreciative, accepted Morris's help. She had to admit, he was incredibly attractive—his features chiseled, his demeanor commanding. Handsome didn't begin to describe him. "Thank you," she said, her smile revealing her dimples. As the PA system began the pre-landing safety announcement, Cherise and Morris made their way back to their seats in business class. Truman, unaware of the earlier events, woke up and stretched, his hair tousled from sleep. On his way to the restroom, he noticed Cherise and Morris together. "You... What's going on between you and this beauty?" he questioned, his voice filled with bewilderment. Cherise, still catching her breath, didn't respond. She just sat down, buckled up, and chugged water. "We were in the back," Morris said dismissively. "Make it quick. We're landing." Truman scratched his head, bewildered. 'Morris was with that stunner? Am I dreaming? I need to wash my face to refresh myself. This has to be a dream.' Chapter 11 You're Breathtaking As the plane landed, Truman hurried from the restroom to his seat, securing his belt. The aircraft rolled along the runway, the cabin bathed in the calm, golden light of the setting sun, painting a picture of peaceful beauty. Morris, on the other hand, was completely engrossed in Cherise, watching her as if she were the only thing that mattered. Cherise felt his gaze and turned to him, their eyes locking in a silent, intimate moment. "Are you looking at me?" Cherise teased, her voice soft and musical. Truman, always eager for a bit of drama, looked over just in time to hear Morris's deep voice fill the quiet. "Yeah, you're breathtaking." The unexpected compliment made Truman sputter, sending water droplets across the dashboard. Truman couldn't believe what he was seeing. Morris, the guy who usually kept his distance from women and never seemed fazed by anyone, not even a celebrity like Melissa, was acting out of character. Cherise, accustomed to compliments, just smiled and replied, "Thank you," as she collected her things, indicating she was ready to disembark. Once off the plane, they were met by medical personnel who carefully moved the child onto a stretcher. Cherise's quick first aid had stabilized the child, but a hospital was necessary for further checks. In the midst of the other passengers leaving the plane, Cherise quickly conferred with the medical team and bid farewell to the child's mother before departing. After disembarking, Morris looked around for Cherise but couldn't find her, his expression growing increasingly gloomy. Truman was walking over as he picked up on Morris's mood shift. 'What's going on? Morris is all over the place today,' he mused. "Where'd that beauty go? She vanished in a blink. I was hoping to get her number," Truman said, but he noticed the atmosphere grow tense as Morris's mood turned even more frigid. Steven had remained in Yasvissa to finish up some business, and Leo Sanchez, Morris's another assistant was there to greet him. As they made their way through the nearly deserted VIP corridor, they noticed a bubbly young woman in a vintage-style dress with her hair in twin buns, holding a sign that said "Cherise, the Stunning Star!" Truman scoffed, "Cherise, a stunning star? I doubt it. These young girls and their melodramatic ideas." However, upon a second look, Truman realized who the young girl was. "Xenia, is that you? I hardly recognized you in that outfit," Truman exclaimed. Xenia Simpson, initially bubbling with excitement to see Truman, faltered upon spotting Morris. "Morris, Truman, what a surprise," she said, her grin now tight. "I'm here to pick up my friend," she added, her voice a little less lively. Xenia, the daughter of Truman's sister Tina Simpson, was his niece. Truman was a late-in-life child for his father, George Simpson, who was a prominent figure in Betrico. When Tina gave birth to Xenia, Truman was only eight years old. "Really? That outfit's quite the statement. Your friend's got to be pretty quirky too," Truman joked. "This isn't quirky. It's creative. And don't disrespect my friend, even if you are my uncle. I'll tell Grandma and Grandpa!" Xenia shot back, not at all intimidated by Morris's presence. She wouldn't tolerate anyone belittling her friend. Morris, who seemed to be in a bad mood, appeared even more sullen as he watched the exchange. "Xenia," a soft voice called from behind, easing the tension. Chapter 12 Smile At A Woman Xenia had promised to pick Cherise up from the airport, and she was true to her word. Cherise had a bit of a delay because Dennis and Bella had stuffed her luggage with so many things, and she didn't have the heart to leave any of it behind. As Cherise made her way out of the airport, she saw Xenia in a lively debate. Hearing Cherise's voice, Xenia called out "Cherise," while Truman, catching sight of Cherise, shouted "That beauty," and they both hurried over to her. Morris felt a long-silent joy stir in his heart at the sound of that familiar voice. He turned around to see Cherise, now with two large suitcases by her side. Xenia sprinted over and embraced Cherise so tightly that she nearly lost her breath. Morris couldn't help but frown at the display. Truman, pulling Xenia back, looked at her in disbelief. "Xenia, is that beauty your best friend? You two are like night and day." Xenia beamed with pride. "When I was eleven, Grandpa took me to Saphira, where I met Cherise. She was just ten but incredibly beautiful. "We lost contact since then, but three years ago in Fresburg, she saved me from some trouble. I instantly recognized her as that girl from our past, and then we became friends." "So she was the one who helped you," Truman said gratefully. "She's beautiful and kind." Xenia then introduced Cherise to Truman. "This is my uncle Truman Simpson, and this is my best friend, Cherise Leach." Cherise greeted him with a smile. "Hello, Truman. Glad to see you." "You, too, Cherise. You're really a stunning star!" Truman replied. 'Truman and Xenia are cut from the same cloth with their lively spirits,' Cherise mused. Morris stepped forward, blocking Truman's view. Xenia quickly introduced Morris to Cherise. "This is Morris Chivers, a close friend of my uncle, and that handsome guy over there is Morris's assistant, Leo Sanchez." Morris offered a friendly nod. "Nice to meet you again, Ms. Leach." Cherise responded with a polite nod, "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Chivers." Morris was taken with Cherise's smile; it was hard not to be. He had a feeling they'd have many more chances to get to know each other better down the line. Truman and Leo were both surprised, with Xenia looking confused. Truman had witnessed Morris's demeanor on the plane, but Leo was completely caught off guard. It seemed unusual for Morris, who was known for being decisive and typically maintaining a distance from women, to be smiling at a woman. Leo, who had been by Morris's side for years, quickly regained his composure and made a mental note that Cherise held a unique place in Morris's life and should be handled with care. After the flight, Truman felt hungry and suggested they grab some shellfish bisque. Though Cherise was eager to rest at her place, she found it hard to refuse Xenia, not to mention her hunger from the flight was getting the better of her. They all made their way to the VIP parking area, planning to drive to the famous Gourmet Galaxy for the shellfish bisque. Cherise rode with Xenia, while Truman was taken by Morris in his car, citing work as the reason. During the drive, Cherise inquired about Marlon, Xenia's grandfather. "Xenia, how's Grandpa Marlon doing?" "He's doing well, a bit slower on his feet due to his age, but his spirit is up, and he enjoys his food. He's been asking about you," Xenia responded. "That's good to hear. I'll visit him soon," Cherise said, feeling a warmth in her heart as she remembered the folks from Saphira. As Xenia steered the car, she asked, "Are you heading straight to the Leach family's place after this? Grandpa insisted I should invite you to our home first." "No, I don't need to force myself into the Leach family just yet. My apartment is in Glenshire Gardens. I appreciate Grandpa Marlon's kindness, but I'm accustomed to living by myself," Cherise explained. Xenia chirped, "My grandma says that when there's a stepmother in the picture, family dynamics can get complicated. It's good to live on your own; at least I have a place to go if I ever run away from home." In Morris's car, with Leo behind the wheel and Truman riding shotgun, Morris queried from the back seat, "Is Xenia's grandfather the famous philologist Marlon Taylor?" Truman confirmed, "That's right. He's retired now, but his reputation is still highly regarded. The Taylor family is known for their scholarly pursuits. I sometimes wonder where Xenia's playful streak comes from; she's full of life and has a kind soul." Morris lowered his gaze, a rare warmth filling his chest. The fact that Cherise possessed medical knowledge and was connected to the esteemed philologist came as a pleasant surprise to him. Chapter 13 Have A Meal Together Arriving at Gourmet Galaxy, Cherise and her group were eager to experience the city's top seafood spot, a hidden gem by Betrico's northern edge known for its farm-to-table freshness that was the talk of the town. They served the day's catch, quick and fresh, and then closed shop after selling just 50 pounds. It was pricey, but the city's elite and their affluent offspring kept returning for more. As a result, they arrived to find a "Closed" sign on the door, disappointment clear on Truman and Xenia's faces. Morris exchanged a glance with Leo, who made a call. Cherise observed, a flicker of recognition crossing her face as she remembered she'd heard Morris's name somewhere before. Soon, a well-built man hurried out. "Mr. Chivers, it's an honor! We've got the Pinnacle Room all set for you," the Gourmet Galaxy owner said, his smile broad. "Let's head in, Ms. Leach," Morris said, leading the way. "Looks like we're in for a special night," Truman and Xenia agreed, their spirits rising. Cherise lingered behind, taking in Morris's tall and commanding presence. He had come to her defense on the plane, and now he had the restaurant owner completely under his spell, signaling to Cherise that Morris was no ordinary man. She knew she should keep her distance, but she had a weakness for handsome men, and Morris had charm to spare. If Morris could glimpse into Cherise's thoughts, he'd likely find them amusing and intriguing. As they proceeded, Morris eased his stride to match Cherise's. Deep in her own thoughts, she didn't see him and walked right into him, the aroma of classic cologne and a faint wisp of tobacco enveloping her. Her nose stung from the impact against his hard chest. "Are you okay?" Morris inquired, his voice a resonant murmur. Cherise offered a slight frown before meeting Morris's coolly attractive and refined features. Morris gently grasped Cherise's shoulders with a concerned expression. "Are you okay?" "I'm okay," she replied, a hint of red touching her cheeks as she retreated a step. Spotting her blush, Morris let out a gentle laugh. 'She's quite adorable when she's flustered,' he remarked inwardly. He gestured for Cherise to lead the way, and they continued to the private room where the others were already seated. Morris pulled out a chair for Cherise, then took the seat beside her once she sat down. The Pinnacle Room epitomized luxury, typically frequented by the city's most distinguished guests. It was a grand and well-lit space. While they settled in, the owner and staff attentively served the dishes. Shimmering plates of seafood arrived at the table, making mouths water in eagerness. The owner had cooked each piece to perfection. Soon, he presented a spoonful of the cooked seafood to Morris, who then dipped it in satay sauce and served it on Cherise's plate. "Make sure to enjoy it while it's hot." The others and the owner looked on, taken aback by the gesture. Truman took a sip of water, deep in thought about the day's events. 'Is Morris into Cherise? She's a year younger than Xenia, so she's 20, and he's 28. Is this turning into one of those older man-younger woman setups?' Pondering this, he took another sip. Xenia hastily grabbed a shrimp to mask her awkwardness. She popped it into her mouth and immediately regretted it as the heat caught her off guard. She chewed gingerly, her eyes watering from the pain. Leo decided to message the other assistants in their WhatsApp group later, speculating that Cherise could be the woman who'd caught Morris's eye. Morris's appearance at Gourmet Galaxy with a lovely woman debunked the owner's heard whispers that Morris stayed away from female companionship. Cherise thanked Morris and tasted the shrimp. The flavors burst in her mouth, and her eyes lit up. Looking at Morris, she softly said, "Delicious," her face showing how much she enjoyed it. Morris grinned back at Cherise, pleased that she liked it. The meal wasn't just about the food; it was about the company and the thoughts it sparked.

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