After The Real Heiress Returned, The Ceo Chased Novels & Stories

“Haven't you already seen him?” “Where?” Quinn was confused. “I’m right in front of you.” Chase winked at her. After he said that, the two women’s eyes widened. Quinn then said in disbelief, “Chase, don’t tell me you’re Mr. Collins.” “Quinn, let me come clean to you. To be honest, I'm the CEO of La Fleur,” Chase said magnanimously. Quinn’s eyes were wide, and she was completely stunned. Suddenly, Elaine scoffed and said, “Say, Collins, can you please take a look at yourself before you spout such bold lies in front of us?"

Another asked I couldn’t care less for the heiress, just as far as I get to see Abigail everyday, it was fine but it is a valid question ‘Where is the heiress?’ I pondered. “She is Venice..the new subsidiaries and branches have taken over by her, she’ll be back very soon, in a month’s time” she answered as smoothly as possible “Any questions?” She asked “But that’s after the launch” another said. “Yes..that is a statement, not a question” she said sternly “Since there are No questions, mr Forest” she turned to me. “Let’s go” she ordered. I couldn’t help but follow immediately like she was my employer. Since when did she get this authoritative, it felt good.

“Everyone, meet Miss Stone Carissa…” The directors looked at the entrance and Carissa walked in elegantly, taking her steps one after the other. And everyone eyed her till she walked to Kayden’s side. She faced the directors and bowed her head. “Good day, great mind directors, the pillars behind a successful organization. I am Steve Carissa. The heiress of chairman Stone Steve, the successor and present Ceo of Stone company…” “Wow!” Mr. Jackson opened his mouth in awe. He clapped his hand in slow motion and freed his thoughts. “Incredible!”

“Exactly. The real heiress kept a low profile for years. Of course she wouldn’t come in shouting about who she was. Freya’s act was way too obvious.” Freya and Chuck froze completely. “No. That’s impossible.” Chuck muttered under his breath. “She worked at my company for years. How could she be the group’s heiress?” Then he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned to Freya. “Wait. Didn’t you have the family pendant? The one you showed us before? “Were you lying to me this whole time? Was that pendant fake?” Freya desperately shot him a look, telling him to shut up. But it was too late. The words had already left his mouth.

He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire. As he took a sip, he spotted Louie Fernandez entering the bar, his presence commanding attention. Louie was the CEO of the prestigious Fernandez Chain of Hotels and Restaurants, a man known for his charm and business acumen. Chase waved him over, a forced smile plastered on his face, masking the turmoil within. “Chase! Good to see you, my friend,” Louie said, clapping him on the back as he settled onto the stool beside him. “What made you look like you’ve just lost a fortune at the tables?”

He didn’t implement new policies and encouraged family time for nothing. “Hello, Taleman speaking.” A crossed lady snapped from the other side of the line with a heavy Italian accent. “Where are you? I’ve been waiting for two hours, but you never showed up or gave me a reply.” Two hours? Richard wanted to laugh. He never gave Ms Viconti his phone number. Other ladies might have waited for four or six hours before receiving a reply from Favian. This hotel heiress must have gotten help from her father to bypass his secretary. Favian should have sent her a reply already stating that he wouldn’t attend. Of all the obnoxious socialites waiting to get into his pants and fortune, Ms Viconti was one

Inside the private room, as soon as the waiter left, Christine furrowed her brows and spoke, "Mr. Lancaster, if you have something to say, please get straight to the point. I don't like beating around the bush." Today, she had attended a fashion event wearing her self-designed clothing and unexpectedly bumped into Jordan, who had invited her for a meal. Jordan poured her a drink gracefully and spoke calmly, "I've heard that the new CEO of Micom Group and the heiress of Micom Group are deeply in love." "But the heiress of Micom Group hasn't left her house since her marriage." Christine looked at the swirling drink in her cup, her eyes showing a few seconds of bewilderment.

she whispered and he smiled, a smug and satisfied look. “You would really get them back for me?” Adrian asked her and she shrugged. “I love you, it is the least I can do. I will make sure they pay,” she muttered and he nodded, he didn’t doubt her for a second. She was almost as sinister as he, if he got the story right, rumors had circulated that she had climbed a friend to obtain the little stardom and position in society she had. Cassandra Monroe, soon to be Hales, was the queen of sabotage here and he didn’t doubt her if she said she would get them back.

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

“Go to hell, Scarlett! It’s all your fault. You ruined everything I have. I’m the heroine of this world! How did things end up like this?! It can’t be real!” At that time, Francis’s voice came from outside the door. “Mel, are you in there? Dad’s guests came. They would like to see the real heiress of our family. You need to go downstairs.” “Okay, wait for me, Frank!” Melanie was relieved again when she heard that. Regardless, she was the daughter of the Smith family. She excitedly opened the door of her closet to start picking an outfit. In the end, she examined her reflection with satisfaction and went downstairs to meet the guests.