“Are you afraid of losing her?” Angela pressed.
Her probing was obvious, but Trey was too drained to play games tonight. He let out a cold, dismissive laugh. ” Don’t talk nonsense.”
With that, he turned off the light, set his phone aside, and shut her out completely.
Angela wanted to push further, but he had already ended the conversation. A sharp pang of frustration pierced her chest.
When Trey finally fell asleep, she slipped out of bed, leaned over, and quietly unlocked his phone.
The screen was still open on his chat with Khloe.
Two hours ago, Trey had sent her a message, trying to start a conversation. She hadn’t replied.
‘No wonder he’d been glued to his phone all evening, pretending to work. He was waiting for her,’ Angela thought bitterly.
A cold dread settled in Angela’s stomach. Watching him frown even in his sleep, she felt a chill seep deep into her bones.
The following evening.
Trey was in the middle of business drinks when his phone suddenly began to vibrate nonstop.
A long-dormant alumni group chat had exploded to life, messages flooding in one after another.
“Have you heard? The Morrison family’s mysterious heiress finally showed her face!”
It was like someone had dropped a bomb in the chat.
“The Morrison family? You mean the ones who make the whole financial district tremble when they sneeze?”
“That’s the one! Niel’s long-lost daughter-just brought into the fold, already inherited ten billion, and officially named the heir to the Morrison empire!”
The person sharing the news was clearly at the event. “This banquet is insane. Three layers of security. No one can get within ten feet of her-she’s being kept under wraps.”
The group chat went wild.
“Ten billion? That’s the kind of luck you don’t even see in movies!”
“What’s she like? Stunning? Single?” one alumnus joked. “If she’s my type, I might just shoot my shot…”
“Keep dreaming. I caught a glimpse from across the room. Her aura’s unreal. In a champagne-colored gown, standing under the chandelier like she was glowing. That profile is lethal. Puts any A-list celebrity to shame.”
“Any photos? You have to share!”
The classmate sent a helpless emoji. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a picture? Her security is watching everyone like a hawk. I only managed to get this one blurry shot when she turned away… but you’ll get the idea.”
A photo loaded.
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The quality was poor, taken from a distance with her features blurred. But the outline was clear: a slender figure, her hair styled in an elegant updo, a delicate jawline, and the graceful curve of a neck made even paler by the diamonds resting against it.
The chat erupted again.
“Holy crap, that silhouette! Looks like a movie star.”
“Wait… kind of reminds me of my ex…”
“She’s definitely beautiful. But… I swear she looks familiar. Didn’t someone say she studied finance? Could she be our alum?”
“No way! You mean the campus belle from our department Khloe?”
“Impossible. Didn’t Khloe marry Trey? How could she be the Morrison family’s heiress…”
The mere suggestion ignited a firestorm of speculation. The conversation spun wildly, but it kept circling back to the Morrison heiress.
Khloe’s name suddenly blazed across Trey’s screen.
His brow furrowed deeply. He immediately tapped to open the photo.
The photo was still loading when his phone rang. It was Angela.
The moment he answered, her sobs hit him like a physical low.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.