Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 308

When Sebastian left, he hauled Macro out by the collar like a rowdy kid.

That mouth of his–sometimes Sebastian wanted to tape it shut and add some glue for good measure.

After lunch, Stephanie wandered into the sunroom, plopping down to wait for Ella,

The place was warm, with huge windows showing off a snowy scene–white piles and icicles glinting on the branches outside.

The butler peeked in, voice quiet. “Miss?”

“What’s up?” Stephanie glanced his way.

“There’s a Mrs. Hart at the gate. Says she wants to see you,” the butler said, cool as ever.

Hart? Caitlin? Stephanie’s brow scrunched up.

“Caitlin Hart?” she asked.

“Yes.” The butler nodded.

Stephanie raised an eyebrow. Showing up now? Easy guess–she was here about Tyler.

Or probably, she was here for Tyler and Olivia. Stephanie smirked to herself, not impressed.

“Tell her no,” Stephanie said, keeping it short.

Her old number was done–she’d trashed it last night and got a new one. The Hart family couldn’t reach her no matter whose phone they borrowed.

Only Jennifer and Ella had her number now.

And those two? They’d never blab to the Harts.

“Got it,” the butler said with a quick nod, stepping away.

to call security with Stephanie’s “no,” but before he could finish, her phone

of my car, blocking me,” Ella’s voice came through, sharp and

totally

look at the butler, waving

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scene. Get this–she used to talk smack about you, saying you were some country bumpkin

now?” Ella’s voice was pure sarcasm.

already hear Caitlin’s raspy sobs through the phone.

was loud and annoying as hell. She cringed.

narrowed a bit. “Bring her in,” she said,

butler replied, short and sharp.

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caught Elts throwing shade at Calin, Pulling the ministr own kid Only a

Jude

dug this huse yourself, 13ix added her tone dripping with

tight–kit

lost Stephanie once you’d think they’d hold her chose

so–called enem turned it

how to play parent–the treated Tyler and Olivia like they were royalty.

soon footsteps clomped

and Jennifer walked through the

and Jennifer. ‘Give me a minute,’ she said, voice

propping herself against the

take them to the greenhouse lounge next door,

left: if Stephanie

find

still clueless, acting

got roughed up yesterday, and Caitlin looked like she’d aged ten years in a

her coffee mug, taking a slow sip, not even glancing Caitlin’s

vibe was like a match to her

the heavy quiet and cracked first. “I know what