Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 

Half an hour later, a black Rolls–Royce and a white Range Rover arrived simultaneously at the entrance of Ebb & Flow 

Morris and Liam stepped out of their respective cars. One was handsome and noble, while the other was refined and graceful, drawing the gazes of many passersby, 

Seeing each other, a flash of surprise crossed both of their eyes. However, neither revealed any reaction. They nodded politely and entered Ebb & Flow together. 

At the bar in Ebb & Flow, Cherise and Dora, who had just been hugging, were now seated apart with Truman sitting between 

them. 

Dora propped her head up, looking dazed. Perhaps she had drunk too much. 

Cherise stared blankly at Truman, holding a silver needle in her hand. 

In front of Truman lay a sheet of paper alongside a pen. The sheet bore two instructions: the first requested the value of to 100 decimal places. Below it, the approximation of n was noted… 

Truman wore an expression of sheer helplessness, glancing at the silver needle in Cherise’s hand as he trembled and spoke. “Cherise, ah, no, Stunning Cherise, or should I say, Your Highness, Mrs. Chivers? 

“Please, have mercy. Can we bargain a bit? How about 8 decimal places? Or maybe 10? I really don’t remember it all, 

Just because I graduated from Betrico University doesn’t mean I kept all that knowledge. I returned most of it to the professors in my first year after graduation. How about this 

Before he could finish, Cherise expressionlessly jabbed the needle into Truman’s chin. 

The pain brought tears to Truman’s eyes as he whimpered, “Mrs Chivers, I’ll write it, I’ll write it! Please don’t poke me again, okay? Please, no more needles, I’ll do it, I swear!” 

The next moment, Cherise pulled the needle out, her vacant eyes fixed on Truman as she murmured, “Your breath smells bad. That poke was for your halitosis.” 

Truman picked up the pen, muttering tearfully, “Well, I guess I should thank you for that!” 

un 

As he spoke, he quickly covered his mouth with one hand, while his other hand shakily wrote down. “3.14159265358979323816261338… 

After a few more digits, Truman stopped, scratching his head in frustration, completely unable to remember the rest. With a resigned look, he sighed. “Alright, I surrender! I just can’t do it. Go ahead and poke me again.” 

Cherise held the silver needle, staring blankly at Truman as she scanned him from head to toe, her gaze finally settling on his lower abdomen. 

Following her gaze, Truman’s lips quivered in fear, and he stammered, “Ch–Cherise. Ms. Xenakis, help me, Ms. Xenakis!” However, Dora had already fallen asleep at the bar. 

Truman wailed internally as he watched Cherise slowly raise herhand, aiming carefully, and bringing the needle closer. 

In a panic, he shut his eyes tight, counting down in his head. 5, 3, 2. L. Wait, it doesn’t hurt? Is it over? Huh, no pain? Or is it not done yet?‘ he wondered. 

Slowly, Truman opened one eye. He saw Morris standing beside Cherise, one arm around her shoulders and the other 

Chapter 135 

gently holding the hand with the needle. In a soft voice, Morrisid, “Cherise, I’m here. Put the needle down. 

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The moment Truman saw Morris, his eyes lit up as if seeing his savior. His lips trembled, ready to speak, but Morris silenced him with a single glance. 

Then, Truman noticed Liam standing behind Morris. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Liam Wilson? The esteemed pianist? What brings him here? Hadn’t I already told the staff to top letting people in? he wondered. Curious, he asked, “Liam, what brings you here?” 

Seeing Liam’s gaze fall affectionately on the sleeping Dora, Truman widened his eyes. “No way! Are you the… the jerk that broke her heart?” 

Morris merely raised an eyebrow at Truman’s words, his eyes fixed solely on his girlfriend resting in his arms. “Cherise, how about I take you home?” he murmured softly, his voice reaching Cherise’s ears.