Chapter 483 Billionaire's Lies

• The next morning after the family dinner, Eliana Thompson-Wolfe walked into Café Marivelle, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. She moved with the confident poise of a woman who was fully aware of how much notice she took when she walked into a room. Wearing a cream silk blouse under high-waisted navy slacks, she radiated the sort of self-composure that came from having spent a lifetime being a Thompson.
• The café was already filled with early morning rising businessmen bent over their laptops, couples enjoying croissants, and a few familiar faces from the social pages of the city. But Eliana hardly saw. Her eyes swept around the space until they fell on Clarisse Campbell, who was eagerly waving from a corner table.
• "Eliana!" Clarisse exclaimed, her honey-blonde curls bouncing as she rose halfway from her seat in greeting. She wore her signature relaxed style: an easy blue wrap dress and oversized sunglasses resting on the top of her head like a crown.