Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 320

Sebastian’s phone buzzed again, the screen glowing as he lounged on the couch.

He checked the number, dropped the teasing vibe, and headed to the study.

Stephanie’s phone rang right after–Ella, practically buzzing with excitement. “Oh my God, Stefi, you won’t believe this- huge news!”

Stephanie flopped deeper into the couch, all chill. “What’s so huge?”

To her, now nothing could beat Chad strolling through Rose Luxe with a lady and a stroller. That was already wild enough.

Ella had a nose for drama–gossip was basically her sixth sense.

She could walk into any room and catch something juicy. Those ears? Like radar on steroids.

Ella’s voice crackled through. “Three scoops: one’s Chris, one’s Chad, one’s Caitlin. Pick your flavor!”

Stephanie paused, fingers tapping the armrest lightly.

“Whatever, just spill it,” she said, dragging the words out.

To her, those three were all the same kind of train wreck.

Ella paused for a sec, then jumped in. “Mrs. Hart’s hunting a match for Chris. Word’s already spreading.”

Stephanie’s brow lifted. “Olivia’s gonna flip when she hears that.”

Olivia and Chris? Obvious sparks–love? Eh, she’d bounced through a bunch of guys overseas, then came back acting like the loyal ex.

Not love? Maybe, but in Long Harbor, she stuck to him like a shadow.

Before Ella could chime in, Stephanie cut in. “Everyone knows about him and Olivia. Who’d still sign up to marry him

now?”

Olivia and that engagement she’d tanked herself, Chris

blown everything up, no solid Long Harbor family with any pull would throw

name in Long Harbor.

staring at the ceiling, letting it sink

Ashford family’s pull in Long Harbor. That kind

they’d stumbled after missing Sebastian’s deal–stocks crashing for a bit–but even a beat–up giant’s

most.

and side hustles keeping them

good. Barely anyone knew the real story;

Chris into a wedding to

Chris to tie the knot fast and ditch the mess?

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grin sneaking in. “Should we

sounding smug as hell, like

Once she got wind, Olivia was next. That fuse was lit.

troublemakers, cracking up over the line.

her eyes. “If Mayra blabs, that’s

as they come,” Ella snorted. “Olivia thinks

still didn’t see it, calling her a sister.

nodded, wandering to the window.

Ninety percent Chad’s. I’d bet on

leaned on the sill, mouth agape. “How you

CFO,” Ella said, puffed up

give it to

“Keeping it in–house, huh?”

she had the kid, Chad parked himself at the hospital

be his–no one’s buying a different tale.