Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 312

Chapter 312

Lorenzo looked like he’d walked off a movie set–sharp, rugged features carved just right.

His glasses had hit the ground in the fall, and now those icy, deep eyes sliced through the dim light like a knife.

Anyone tight with Sebastian wasn’t exactly the cuddly type. Throw in that tattoo peeking out from his collar, and the guy screamed trouble–like a flashing red flag you couldn’t miss.

Ella went stiff under that energy, too freaked to even blink, just standing there like a spooked animal.

Lorenzo’s eyes tightened, giving her a slow, cold look–over.

Macro grabbed her wrist, laying on the sarcasm thick. “Oh, come on, girl, where’s your class? Grabbing a dude’s belt the first time you meet? Might as well pull his pants down and get straight to it!”

“I—I didn’t mean to!” Ella sputtered, scrambling to explain herself.

She couldn’t believe what Macro just said. She wasn’t trying to flirt or anything.

Macro eyed her iron grip on the belt and frowned.

Jennifer, meanwhile, was just as thrown. Seeing Ella hooked onto Lorenzo’s belt–of all things–left her frozen, mouth hanging open.

Ella’s panicked eyes shot to Lorenzo. “I swear, I didn’t mean it! I’m so sorry, so sorry-” she rambled, words tumbling over each other.

Macro rolled his eyes. “Then let go already, genius!”

He added, “What’s your problem? Apologizing like crazy but still holding on like a leech?”

Ella met Lorenzo’s stare–those deep, killer eyes–and her heart kicked into panic mode. Her brain just shut down, blank with fear.

“Sorry,” she mumbled again, voice shaky as hell.

Jennifer finally snapped out of it, blinking at the disaster in front of her.

She jumped in, grabbing Ella’s hand. “Alright, alright, you’ve said sorry a hundred times–let go already!”

of it. “Huh?”

him inside, so she’d gone out to check it

down on one knee in the snowy muck, with Ella’s little pale hand latched onto his belt like it was her last

out.

what are you-?” She started, then stopped,

her hand away like it

tomato red.

didn’t mean it,” she muttered,

wanted to disappear, maybe melting into the

his wrinkled clothes slow and smooth–like

a word, he turned

you out here? You’re not even dressed

weren’t coming in,

toward Ella, worried. “Ella, you good?”

blazing, red as

jumped up, dodging Stephanie. “I–I got to go. Bye!” she blurted, head down,

go.

hustled after her,

around Stephanie were wild–especially that guy. His stare could freeze a pond solid.

at Stephanie, all sly and poking fun. “Stefi, your friend’s got some nerve,

“What’re you

yanked Lorenzo’s pants off in

went huge. “What?”

hadn’t made it far enough to dodge that. Macro’s words tripped her up, and

spun around, locking Macro with a glare so icy

usual cocky, carefree vibe he rocked with Macro?

Ella hightailing it away, then flicked her

said, dead serious, brow all

over, messing up her hair with a lazy grin. “You’re really

shot Macro a dirty look. “Keep talking like that, and

She’d never met anyone who could run their mouth as