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.

chimed in

for a sec,

studio? What the heck does that mean?‘ It felt

and the spoon in

could say more, her phone

picked up fast. “Jennifer?” Her voice

Jennifer rushed out, panic buzzing

mind went blank.

just bad–it

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sank. A multi–million–dollar client, gone?

* 67%

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

right there—the

frustration. “What the heck happened? Weren’t we solid with them this whole time?”

already drop the design deposit?” She frowned, her fingers squeezing the phone

bail now?‘ Her head

every draft she sent–couldn’t stop gushing about them. She leaned against the

don’t know. Their business team just called out of nowhere–said

say why?” Stephanie pushed, her voice

sounding flat and done.

her

sink her studio.

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

on Sebastian–throwing her off like that, and now her big client was

studio couldn’t crash–not with all those designers depending on it. Stephanie’s grip on the phone

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

anymore‘?” She stood there, blank–faced, totally

of lame excuse was that? It didn’t

up,” she muttered to herself.

do we have to give back

it,” Jennifer replied, cool as