Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks
My Billionaire Family 393

Chapter 393

After she spoke, she quickly rolled up the window. "Tugh, let's go Cherise said coldly again.

This time, the car truly disappeared down the road, Rayburn, still standing there, watched the car vanish completely from sight. At first, tears covered his face, but eventually, it lit up with by.

He knew that final smile was one of joyous tears. He had heard Cherise call him Grandpa loud and clear just now. He wiped the tears from his suddenly aged face, unwilling to leave.

Cherise didn't drive straight home. She felt a bit down and asked Hugh to take her somewhere. About half an hour later. they reached their destination, Ebb & Flow

Morris wasn't in Betrico. It seemed like she needed a cocktail, a little alcohol to calm herself. All the employees at Ebb & Flow recognized Cherise and her car.

Truman was there as usual today. As soon as he knew Cherise wis at the entrance, he quickly called Morris. When the call connected, Truman said, "Hey, Cherise is here at Ebb & Flow. What do we do if she wants to drink?"

On the other end, Morris paused for a moment, knowing what Cherise had been through today. "Let her drink Just make sure she's safe. I'm not in Clusia, so you'll have to manage for me. With that, he ended the call. "Hey, hey, hey... Come on, man. I'm scared." Truman was left feeling a bit helpless after the call abruptly ended.

Seeing Cherise already sitting at the bar and Hugh standing nearby, Truman gave an awkward smile to Cherise. "Hey, Cherise, it's been a long time since you came to my place.

"ith that, he pulled Hugh to the side. "Hugh, I mean, what's going on with Cherise? She seems a bit off

Hugh glanced at Cherise and then leaned in to whisper in Truman's ear, "I don't know anything or dare to ask. I just know she met Mr. Muller and even called him Grandpa..."

Truman's eyes bulged. "Wow, a high society drama with love and hate. No wonder Mr. Chivers let Cherise drink today"

He patted Hugh on the chest. "Alright, Hugh, I get it. Leave it to me."

Ebb & Flow bar was suddenly cleared of all customers. After a while, Truman made his way back over to face Cherise at the bar. "Cherise, may I mix you a drink? What kind of feeling are you looking for?" Cherise sat there, cool and composed, glancing at Truman. Truman, make me a cocktail that lets me completely let go and numb myself."

Hearing this, Truman snapped his fingers at Cherise. "No problem."

A few minutes later, a freshly-made cocktail was placed in front of Cherise

Aside from saying thank you, Cherise didn't say a word. She elegantly lifted the glass and took a sip.

Her mouth and tongue were instantly flooded with the taste of alcohol, and she felt a slight numbness in her mind, as if tiny electric shocks were flickering through her.

The moment she took her first sip, Truman and Hugh instinctively stepped back a few steps, totally timid.

Fortunately, unlike before, this time Cherise didn't seem to charge much and even asked Truman for a second drink.

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Truman noticed she seemed to have gotten over her drinking problem. Since it was only them at Ebb & Flow and the place was safe, he gave her another drink.

Shortly after, Jason showed up with Xenia. They both knew what was wrong with Cherise, exchanged a look, and sat on either side of her.

"Hey Cherise. I'm here. Let's have a drink together," Jason said softly to her.

I'll join you too, Cherise, Xenia added.

Cherise looked at them, smiled, and her face started to blush, giving her a charm that was more seductive than usual.

A few rounds in, Ebb & Flow had lost its quiet and emptiness. People passing by the entrance took a detour. Inside Ebb & Flow came the sound of extremely unpleasant music. Walking through the curved hallway at the entrance of Ebb & Flow, one could immediately see the stage at its center where Truman was sitting on a stool, holding a cello in his hands. Standing beside him was Cherise, her face slightly flushed. Cherise was holding a stick, pointing at a blackboard filled with musical notes.

She pointed to a note, and Truman played it on the cello. The intermittent music from the cello directly hits everyone's eardrums.

The person pointing at the blackboard was expressionless, the one playing looked in pain and reluctant, while a few people below the stage watched in bewilderment.