From His Fake Wife to Billionaire Heiress (Riley and Lucas) novel Chapter 473

12:55 Mon, Jul 13

Chapter 473 Who the Hell Is in This Photo?

Chapter 473 Who the Hell Is in This Photo?

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The mention of measurements made Riley’s cheeks go warm before she could stop it. She glanced up at Sebastian, caught the amused look in his eyes, and felt her heart jolt. She dropped her gaze fast.

We’ve done just about everything. He wouldn’t get those wrong.

Across the same restaurant, Chase had brought Lucas here for dinner too. Lucas hadn’t brought his assistant.

Chase sat across from him, grinning wide and pouring wine with his own hands.

“Mr. Ashford, I had a friend pull some serious strings to get this bottle. Care to try it?” he asked.

Lucas put a hand over his glass, his voice cool and distant. “No thanks. The climate here doesn’t agree with me. Gave me a headache. I can’t drink.”

The excuse was paper–thin, and he didn’t even try to sell it. Chase’s smile froze, but he didn’t dare push.

He pulled the bottle back with an awkward laugh and switched to bragging about his connections in Nexopolis, hoping to prove his value from another angle.

“Mr. Ashford, you’ve got to understand, there’s nothing in this city I can’t handle. Business circles, the old–money families–you name it, I know someone…”

Lucas seemed to take a flicker of interest. “Is that so? What do you know about the Harper family? Specifically, the daughter they just brought home,” he asked.

Chase spotted his opening and puffed up instantly. “Now you’re talking to the right guy. I’m on decent terms with Mr. Raymond Harper. What I know goes a lot deeper than the rumors floating around out there.

“From what I hear, the daughter went missing when she was little. She was out with Mrs. Harper and just disappeared. The family never stopped looking. Then, they adopted another girl—that’s Elsie, the one everyone knows.

“They only tracked down the real daughter recently. Word is she’d been working over in Havenbrook before now. Sharp, too. The moment she returned, Mr. Zavier Harper personally brought her into the Harper Group and dropped her straight into the marketing director position.”

Lucas‘ hand stopped. Every detail lined up with Riley in a way he couldn’t ignore.

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12:55 Mon, Jul 13

Chapter 473 Who the Hell Is in This Photo?

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He forced himself to stay still, keeping his face blank. “Which company in Havenbrook? Do you know?” he pressed.

Chase caught the shift in his attention, and his shrewd little eyes flickered. “Mr. Ashford, you didn’t come all the way to Nexopolis just for project scouting, did you? Maybe you’re looking to use this Harper heiress to get a foot in the door with the family?” he asked.

Lucas‘ eyes went dark. “No. You mentioned she came from Havenbrook, and I can’t place anyone matching her description in those circles. It caught my interest. That’s all,” he said flatly.

“Ah, well, I wouldn’t know about that.” Chase shrugged, disappointed he hadn’t gotten a bite. “Probably some no–name company over there. Mr. Zavier Harper finally got her back, and he’s not about to let her want for anything. He’ll cut her into the family fortune and give her a big title to prop her up. That part’s not exactly shocking.”

Lucas got nothing else useful out of him. Chase knew surface–level gossip and not much more.

Lucas nodded along to Chase’s rambling while his fingers moved over his phone under the table, sending a message to his contact overseas. He needed an update on Riley. He needed to know if she was still exactly where he’d left her.

The reply came quickly, with a photo attached. Blue water, blue sky, and a woman in a white off–the–shoulder dress stood on the sand. The wind swept her hair across her face, her graceful figure visible beneath the flowing strands.

She was turned slightly toward the ocean, and the side of her face–that familiar, cold profile- looked exactly like Riley. The same partial angle he’d been getting for months.

Lucas stared at the photo for a long while. He was just about to lock the screen when one detail caught his eye and kept him staring. A tiny dark brown mole sat right there on her bare shoulder.

His breath stopped. He knew Riley’s body. Every inch of it. And he knew with absolute certainty that the same spot on her shoulder was smooth. There was no mark there. None.

Who the hell is in this photo?

Have I been keeping the wrong woman locked up this whole time?

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