The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1746

A show like that would be a complete breeze for him.

He was absolutely certain he would outshine everyone else.

As for finding a wealthy patron, once he was on TV for millions to see, the patrons would come looking for him.

Still, both Yolande and Claire were proving far more difficult to manipulate than he had anticipated.

It left him deeply frustrated.

Claire couldn't care less about the trash floating around in Yorick's head. She took a leisurely stroll back to her apartment.

Just as she expected, Priscilla and Mary were deep in a passionate discussion about the mysteries of medicine.

One was lecturing with intense focus, and the other was hanging onto every word.

Claire didn't want to interrupt, so she quietly walked past them to water the fig trees on the balcony.

She had bought them a while ago, and they had already come with tiny, unripe fruits.

They weren't ready to eat yet, but with enough water and fertilizer, she'd definitely be harvesting fresh figs by next month.

She had bought three trees, all different varieties.

She was going to see which one tasted best and buy more of that kind next year!

"You're back, Claire?" Mary had finally finished answering Priscilla's questions and realized her granddaughter was home.

"Are you two hungry? If you are, we can go eat now. If not, we can wait another half hour."

It was only eleven. Claire wasn't hungry at all since she had just drank a whole glass of lemonade.

"Let's wait a bit. Priscilla has way too many questions." Mary looked at her grand-niece, who was practically a toddler asking "why" every five seconds.

How was she a medical student at Cabinda University and still acting like a curious little kid?

While Mary patiently tutored her grand-niece, Claire went into the study to mess around with her own projects.

By the time they finally remembered to eat, it was nearly noon.

There wasn't a peep coming from the living room. Were they really not starving?

Honestly, they had completely forgotten about food. Mary was a walking encyclopedia, and Priscilla was a sponge.

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