The True Heir Returns
Quinn Loves Cilantrothe return of the real heiressthe true heiress strikes backpampered by power: the true heiress returnsthe real heiress is coming back
The look in her eyes made it clear—if I so much as hinted that my memory had come back, she'd be ready to do whatever it took to shut me up.
After a few seconds of silence, I played it cool and shrugged. "Just overheard some people talking. Found out I was part of it too. So what did it say?"
Estelle relaxed visibly. "I checked it for you. You're not a match."
She seemed to think I was getting above myself, because her tone shifted into something almost preachy. "Don't get any wild ideas. Better to keep your feet on the ground."
She grabbed my shoulders and looked at me with exaggerated seriousness. "Nick, you know what I've always loved about you? You're not vain. You're not like other guys