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

C Chapter 546 RA Upon hearing Tristan's words, Arthur simply shrugged. Clearly, he didn't want to answer directly.

"Why? Is it that you don't want to, or that you haven't met someone you like? You're the most powerful one among our peers. It shouldn't be difficult to find someone you like. In this age, age is not a big issue," Tristan pressed further.

Arthur casually laughed a couple of times and said, "Let things take their own course." 66% Tristan's purpose hadn't been achieved. Seeing Arthur's current state, he jokingly continued, "My sister Stella has been single for all these years too. How about you two just make do together? "She's not young anymore, but her character, appearance, and talent are all top-notch," He then laughed heartily.

Arthur knew exactly what he meant. He was well aware of Stella's repeated probing. He wasn't clueless; he had emotions and desires. It was just that over the years, he had been so devoted to his career that he had becimmune to romance.

Looking into Tristan's bloodshot eyes, he inadvertently uttered three words, "Not a match!" After saying these three words, accompanied by laughter, he stood up and said to Tristan, "I have a lot of things to do. Gotta go." As he passed by the seated Tristan, he patted his shoulders twice and left the dining hall with an expressionless face, along with his assistant, Mateo, and two security guards.

Once Arthur left, Tristan began to ponder Arthur's words. Without a clear subject, it was unclear whether he was saying that Stella wasn't a match for him or that he wasn't a match for Stella.

He hadn't even gotten to say what he wanted to say fully, and now Arthur left. In the whole of Clusia, only Arthur and Dorian could act this way in front of him.

The next day was the big day for Cherise and Morris. The sky was just beginning to lighten when everything at the lakeside villa prepared by Carson for Cherise on the island started to move in an orderly yet tense manner.

"Quick, where's the makeup artist? Where's the photographer? And the lighting, the stylist, the bridesmaids, all the bridesmaids, con, everyone, get into position and start working!" said Xenia.

She was in charge of many of the bride's miscellaneous tasks. She seemed more nervous than anyone else. Before 5 a.m., she had woken everyone up. She was so anxious that those who didn't know might have thought it was her wedding day.

Cherise was also nervous. She had a bit of insomnia before going to bed last night and couldn't remember exactly when she had fallen asleep. Now she was a bit groggy from just waking up.

Seeing Cherise's state, Xenia said, “Quick, Cherise, wake up! Today is your wedding day. You need to be positive! Someone, bring coffee to help our bride wake up and reduce the swelling. Apply a facial mask to make the makeup sit better later on..." Fortunately, Cherise was used to morning exercise. After drinking coffee and applying the facial mask, she quickly perked up and was in great spirits.

The bridesmaids, under Xenia's spirited and encouraging state, also beclively and entered the preparation mode.

Besides Xenia, the other bridesmaids included Dora, Jean, and Crow.

It should be noted that although Crow was a man, he had heard that he could be a bridesmaid for Cherise, and he was determined to do his best.

1/9 15:19 Mon, 17 FED Chapter 546 There he was, with his naturally slender figure, wearing the bridesmaid's dress and the braided wig prepared by Xeyan looking quite innocent and lovely.

"Alright, everyone, the groom will be here at ten o'clock. Do you all have the confidence to get the biggest red envelope for opening the door at your best state? Do you have the confidence to give our groom the most beautiful brider "Yes!!" Once everyone got into the state and worked together, the scene was both busy and festive, On the groom's side, Morris was different from Cherise. He hadn't slept last night. However, his mental state didn't seem to be affected at all. He looked handsand charming. Perhaps this was what people called being in high spirits when encountering a happy event.

Cherise had Xenia cheering her on and boosting her morale. On Morris's side, there was no shortage of support, not only from Phoebe, the main wedding planner who had been preparing for two months, but also from Truman, the key member of the groom's side.

"Attention, everyone. Stylist, you must design the best look for our groom today. Quick, Steven, Leo, Hugh, put on your suits and make your hairstyles more handsome.

"Hugh, tuck in your belly. We can't afford to lose face.

"Mr. Chivers, where's your bouquet? Why are you just sitting there smiling foolishly? Are the wedding □ngs and the speech ready for the wedding ceremony, or will you improvise on the spot? Were the red envelopes prepared last night?" Truman nagged on like an old woman, but Morris didn't feel the slightest bit of annoyance. In fact, his face was always filled with an upward smile.

In fact, Morris had already prepared everything. Everything was in the best possible state. He was dressed in a suit, with a hairstyle that was impeccable, polished leather shoes, a bow tie, a watch, and a bright bouquet.

Phoebe also looked festive. She had a brand-new hairstyle that she had m permed overnight, a brand new burgundy Chanel- style dress suit, and gold earrings as an accent. She looked like a wealthy grandmother who was easy to get along with.

Walking up to Morris, she said, "Morris, I've been waiting for this day.

I'm so happy for youx Here, this is my N red envelope for you. It's just for good luck. Keep it well on you." As she spoke, her eyes were a bit tearful.

Morris knew that she was crying out of joy. He bent down and gave her a hug. "Grandma, thank you so much for your hard work!" AD Comment