Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 302

Sebastian’s long fingers tapped the table, slow and steady, shadows dancing under the dim light.

That calm, rhythmic sound just made the room feel heavier, creepier. Macro threw Stephanie a wild look, basically pleading for her to jump in.

Stephanie kept her eyes locked on her bowl, acting like she didn’t see a thing.

‘Why’s he staring at me? She wasn’t about to stick up for Luca.

Sebastian had hammered it into her since they were kids–you don’t go easy on people who’d screw you over.

Luca was here to grab her, and if Stephanie played the softie, she’d get one of Sebastian’s quiet, endless lectures later. Hard

pass.

Macro was freaking out. “Luca’s not clever enough to pull off something nuts like this,” he said, dragging a hand through his

hair.

“Oh yeah?” Sebastian shot back, his voice cold as ice. “So what’s ditching Sofia’s crew then?”

Macro opened his mouth, then clamped it shut. Nada. He was stumped.

He wanted to yell, maybe even praying in tears for Luca’s return.

‘Why’d Luca ditch Sofia’s people? What was she up to?‘ His head was a jumbled disaster.

Sebastian was over Macro’s breakdown. He turned to Stephanie instead, his tone solid. “You’re staying with me for the next few days.”

Luca was too unpredictable–too slick–and he wasn’t risking it.

If she snatched Stephanie now, after shaking Sofia’s team, she might take Stephanie to the end of the world.

For all he knew, she’d haul Stephanie across the globe just to screw with Sofia, hopping borders like it was nothing.

Stephanie nodded, all sweet and agreeable.

Then she stopped, rethinking it. “Wait–I’ve got studio tomorrow,” she said, looking up at him.

in from the side, straight

brain shorted out for

mean?‘ It felt like her whole world

the spoon in her hand almost hit the table.

could say more, her phone buzzed. Jennifer’s name

“Jennifer?” Her voice was tight, on edge.

rushed out, panic buzzing through

went blank.

wasn’t just bad–it was a train wreck.

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heart sank. A multi–million–dollar client, gone? Her eyes

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of her chair so fast it toppled over, hitting the floor with a

Macro, and the others were right

“What the heck

drop the design deposit?” She frowned,

would they bail now?‘ Her head was

them. She leaned against the wall, trying to keep it together.

a tired sigh on the other end. “I don’t know. Their business team just called out of

why?” Stephanie pushed, her voice

Jennifer said, sounding flat

Stephanie stopped cold, her brow scrunching up.

sink

on,” she groaned. “Is it because we’ve been dragging on the drafts? Tell them we’ll have

like that, and now her big client was

depending on it. Stephanie’s grip on the phone got tighter.

“They just said they’re done. Reason? ‘We

repeated it, dazed. “Don’t need it anymore‘?” She stood there, blank–faced, totally

lame excuse was that? It didn’t

she muttered

“So… do we have to

Jennifer replied,