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!”

out of it. “Huh?”

Sebastian’s car roll up but hadn’t spotted him inside, so she’d

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

eyes bugged out. “What

what are you-?” She started,

away like it was on

tomato red.

she muttered, dying of embarrassment.

disappear, maybe melting into the snow.

clothes slow and

word, he turned and headed for the

and frowned. “Why’re you out here? You’re not even

coming in, so I came to

worried. “Ella, you

was blazing, red as a stoplight.

up, dodging Stephanie. “I–I got to go. Bye!” she blurted, head down, booking it like she’d just robbed a

go.

hustled after her,

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

grinned at Stephanie, all sly and poking fun. “Stefi,

“What’re

yanked Lorenzo’s

went huge.

enough to dodge that. Macro’s words tripped her

glare so

he rocked with Macro?

hightailing it away,

do that,” she said, dead serious, brow

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

look. “Keep talking like that, and you’ll

run