Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks

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.

Arthur didn't seem impatient. He leisurely said, "Cherise, you can sit down. Morris is outside. If you stand for too long, he'll be worried."

Cherise let out a soft laugh, tapped another acupoint on Tristan, and then found a small stool nearby to sit on.

After everyone was seated, Arthur finally looked at Tristan. "The people you arranged did go to my mansion this morning and made quite a scene.

"They were quite capable, managing to get about seventy percent of the elite to show up. The remaining thirty percent were either loyal to me or prepared to be killed by you.

"Hmph. If I hadn't been prepared, I would probably be gone by now."

Tristan narrowed his eyes at him. "What are you talking about? Going to your mansion to make a scene? Are you trying to frame me for something?"

Hearing this, Arthur casually crossed his legs. "Tristan, we were once fellow students, and we had a good relationship when we were young!

“I don't understand why we've come to this. The position you hold is enough to make everyone bow down to you. Why are you still so dissatisfied with the status quo?

"There's not much time left. I don't believe the lie that you'll change for the better if

I let you go this time. Let's get straight to the point. Brian, come in!"

"Who is Brian?"

After Arthur said this, not only Tristan but even Cherise and Carson had this question.

A few seconds later, a tall man walked in from outside.

"Mr. Jarrett, I'm here!"

As Brian entered, Tristan's face was filled with shock and anger once again.

"It's you!"

Brian walked in and stood next to Arthur without paying any attention to Tristan's dissatisfaction and murderous look.

Brian was the well-known senior assistant to Tristan and the elder brother of Ryan and Mateo.

He had been lying low by Tristan's side for eighteen years.noveldrama

Seeing this, Carson nodded with satisfaction. It was truly rare to find someone

who could keep such a secret for so many years.

He was quite impressed by Brian.

After the initial shock and anger, a

look of self-mockery appeared on Tristan's face. "I didn't expect it. I didn't expect that from the very beginning I had been outsmarted by you, Arthur. I actually wasted so much effort, only to humiliate myself.

"Arthur, oh, Arthur, you really are something!

"You've taken everything for yourself,

not just the position, but even the woman I liked. But don't get too smug. You think you can bring me down like this? At worst, we'll just maintain the current status quo."

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Arthur shook his head. "You can no longer work with me. It's not that others won't

allow it, but I won't. A cancerous tumor must be removed to prevent future trouble."

When he said this, his expression was half-smiling, casual, as if he were teasing,

but also very serious.

Tristan knew what he was up to. "You want to eliminate me? Just because of Brian? Do you think I haven't been on guard against him? Do you think I've been idle all these years? You should find a reason to get rid of me!"

Hearing this, Cherise, who was sitting on the small stool, stood up. "I wonder if the several sets of documents I have in hand can easily eliminate you. They were personally handed over to me by Lydia."

At first, Tristan didn't pay attention to the documents. A few seconds later, he locked eyes with Cherise, his eyes blazing with a blood-red fury as if about to burst into flames. "Lydia! You brat!"