The Billionaire's True Heiress: From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 382

“No need to take off your shoes. I’ll have the maid clean it up later,” Claire said, making it obvious that tidying up was never on her to-do list.

She grabbed the remote, flicked on the TV, and the three of them each took a corner of the couch. Detective Conan was on—classic brain teaser, and honestly, one of the few shows they all agreed on.

Before long, Edison and Ramsey made their way back. Sophia had met Edison before, so she was the first to pop up and greet him, Len right behind her. Claire introduced both of them to Ramsey, and after a round of “Hi, Ramsey,” they settled into the room.

“Thanks for cooking, Ramsey. Claire told us you’re the chef today,” Sophia said.

“Yeah, is there anything you guys don’t eat?” Ramsey asked.

Sophia and Len weren’t shy about listing their favorites, and Claire added hers too. None of them were fussy. Ramsey listened, nodded, and within minutes had a menu in mind—five dishes and a soup.

He whipped up some spicy boiled beef, stir-fried beef, poached shrimp, sautéed asparagus, braised chicken wings, and a tomato meatball soup. The whole apartment was filled with delicious smells, making everyone’s stomachs grumble.

For someone who didn’t cook professionally, Ramsey’s food was legit. They dug in, chatting and laughing, and when they were done, Len and Sophia even started clearing the table without being asked. Claire felt a little guilty. She was the host, but she hadn’t really done anything at all.

Later in the afternoon, Ramsey and Edison said their goodbyes, leaving Claire with her friends. Not that Claire could hang out for long—she still had tutoring.

It was Sophia and Len who didn’t want to leave. They flopped back onto the couch, looking way too comfy.

“We’re just going to watch TV for a bit. I really don’t feel like going home,” Sophia sighed.

They both had the same problem. With big exams coming up, their families were in constant “reunion mode.” Relatives were always dropping by, asking about their grades, lecturing them about studying harder and getting into college. It was non-stop, the kind of talk that made you want to crawl under a rock. But even hiding at home didn’t help—relatives would just show up and ask the same questions anyway.

Now that they’d escaped to Claire’s place with its rare peace and quiet, there was no way they wanted to go back.

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