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

My Billionaire Family 338

Chapter 338

Cherise listened to Marlon's words and tried to gauge the tbehind that photo. She asked slowly, "So,

Grandpa Marlon, do you know a teacher named Ms. Garcia?"

Marlon paused for a moment as if recalling something. After a brief silence, he said, "As far as | remember,

besides your grandmother, there was also a male teacher. | think his nwas Carson. "However, | can't be sure

whether that was his real name. Back in those days, many people used pen names. He looked about

my age.

Cherise's eyes widened slightly at his words. "Really? Do you know if he's still alive or maybe where he is now!"

Marlon shook his head. "I only crossed paths with him during a disaster relief event in the town. He was not just

a teacher but also a doctor.

"From what | recall, he was quite skilled. A lot of people got hurt when a landslide hit, and he treated them all.

However, after | went back to Betrico for a while and cback, | never saw him again. "Why the sudden

interest? It's been quite a while since then."

Cherise took a sip of tea that Trent had handed her, pursed herps, and replied, "He might be connected to my

grandmother's past. | was hoping to find out more, but it sounds like it could be difficult based on what you've

said." Marlon and Trent exchanged a glance upon hearing Cherise's words. Marlon then spoke, "Well, that won't

be easy. I've never seen your grandmother interacting with this Mr. Garcia

Cherise nodded, her expression unreadable. Although she still didn't know whether Carson was alive, a general

direction had already begun to form in her mind.

Once back in her room, she opened her laptop. She pulled up the social network she had been working on a few

days ago, entering the n"Carson" and searching for anyone with that nacross the whole of Clusia.

Then, following Marlon's suggestion, she filtered the results by age. After sifting through the information, she

found over fifty elderly individuals who matched the nand age.

She leaned over the desk, resting her chin on her hand as she examined the screen. Then, with a thought, she

made a phone call

A few seconds later, the door opened with a soft creak. "Are you looking for me, Boss? Did you get sgood

news?" a familiar voice said.

Cherise stood up, gesturing to the seat in front of her laptop. "Yes, sit here for a second."

Crow grinned widely, eager to see what was going on. "Alright, let's see what's up."

Cherise remained standing beside him. "I need you to use the satellite tracking system to find the whereabouts

of these fifty- plus Carsons from the last thirty years. Look for any records of them being in Saphira or Yasvissa,

and highlight those. I'm calling my husband." Crow hesitated, "Hold on. I've got

sunfinished business to take care of

As Crow prepared to leave, Cherise quickly pressed him back into the chair. "Pick any sports car from the

underground garage at GlobalVision Group, and it's yours."

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Crow's eve the McLaren!"

up

at the offer. "Well, we don't need to talk about payment. I'm more than happy to help. By the way, I'll take

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Cherise gave a quick nd before turning and walking out of the room.

With the incentive in place, Crow wasted no time. His fingers danced across the keyboard, diving into the task at

hand.

In Hamolica, Rita stood by the gate of the Muller residence. Outside, a servant was loading luggage into a car

A servant standing beside her said, "Mrs. Muller, why not go inside and wait for Mr. Muller? His arrival tis

unpredictable; sometimes he's late, sometimes early. Perhaps you could return to your room, and when he gets

back, TI notify you." Rita gently shook her head, her voice soft and calm. "No need, | wait here for him. Go ahead

and don't mind me

The servant had no choice but to agree. "Alright, Mrs. Muller." He couldn't say much, especially given the

complex relationship between Rita and Rayburn. They lived separate lives, only coming together on special

occasions-apart from that, their paths rarely crossed. Once the servant had finished packing the luggage, he

hurried over to Rita. "Mrs. Muller, the luggage is all packed. Shall we leave?"

Rita glanced outside and said softly. "TI wait a little longer."

She stood there, waiting for a full hour before Rayburn finally returned.

"You're finally back." Rita called out from a distance, her tone gentle yet purposeful.

Rayburn lifted his gaze, his eyes narrowing in slight confusion as he saw her standing by the gate. He thought,

"That's weird. She's not one to stand out in the open like this. Is she waiting for me?"

As he approached, he said, neither happy nor angry, his voice carrying a neutral tone. "Are you waiting for me?"

Rita smiled faintly and nodded. "Yes, I'm going to Betrico. I just wanted to let you know."

Rayburn's confusion deepened. He couldn't believe that a woman who rarely left the house was heading to the

Betrico. "Are you going back to the Hawkins residence? Well, it's good to visit them."

"Yes, I'm going to visit the Hawkins family, but I'll stay in my own house. It's more comfortable there," Rita

replied calmly. "Well, go ahead then. There's no need to wait forto tellthat," Rayburn muttered, turning

to head into his room. Rita remained graceful, unfazed by his indifferent response. She proceeded on her way,

heading towards Betrico.

Once inside his study, Rayburn picked up his phone and called Jason "Rita is going to Betrico.

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