Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 637

Chapter 637

Hearing this, Tristan laughed again, “Well, too late! I have been making this decision for decades, ever since I was defeated by Arthur. From that moment on, I made up my mind that one day I would take his place.

“Do you think I would stand here today without being fully prepared? It’s too late!

“Even if I can’t succeed, I won’t let Arthur live in peace. His situation right now should be even more anxious than mine!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sliding door of the study was pushed open.

The person who entered was Eugene, carrying a red plastic bag. “What’s going on? Why are there ‘so many intruders while I was just at the market? How could they come to the island without even asking me?

“Are they thieves? Huh, this one looks a bit familiar. Isn’t he Mr. Walton?”

“Dr. Garcia, you’re back? Did you get the taro?” Seeing Eugene return, Cherise asked cheerfully.

Eugene raised the red plastic bag in his hand and shook it. “I got them. They were just dug out of the mud and sold at the market. They’re fresh and big. The taro balls made from them will definitely taste great.”

Cherise nodded with a smile. “Yeah, especially when made by you, they’ll be even better.”

Tristan, who was still being controlled by Cherise, saw the man who walked in unscathed. He looked completely incredulous.

He had have countless people planted on the island. His assistant was downstairs, and he had given the order that anyone coming to the island during this time should be killed on sight.

But Eugene actually came upstairs unscathed.

While he was still puzzled, another figure he was all too familiar with walked in from outside.

“Oh, it’s as lively in here as it is outside. Is there some good news to share? Oh, Tristan is also here. What a coincidence!*

The person who came in was none other than Arthur. His appearance made the already incredulous Tristan stare directly at him with wide eyes.

His gaze was fixed on Arthur and didn’t move an inch.

“You–You–How could you-?”

Arthur stood in front of him with a puzzled smile. “What’s going on? Why does Tristan look so strange? Is it because you can’t move? Or something else? Why does seeing me make you look so off? Where do you think I should be?”

Tristan just gritted his teeth and stared at him, not responding to any of Arthur’s questions.

He wondered, ‘Shouldn’t you be at the Betrico Central Mansions, facing the questioning of all the elite in the circle?

‘How can you suddenly appear here?

‘And what about all the men I have stationed on the island?”

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Arthur walked over and sat down next to Carson. Today, Master is here, and Cherise is here. So, I’ll take this opportunity to talk about something.”

“What?” Tristan, unable to move, could only say this with a hint of hostility.

He had anticipated it, but he still didn’t want to admit it.

He didn’t want to accept that all his carefully planned schemes had failed before they even began.