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?”

that engagement she’d tanked herself,

Long Harbor family with any pull would throw their daughter at

Harbor. Tons of people are

quiet, staring at the

on the Ashford family’s pull in Long Harbor. That kind of weight didn’t just vanish.

a

most.

keeping them afloat. Roughed up, not ruined–their

that ore fiasco? They’d buried it good. Barely anyone knew the real story;

the Ashfords were rushing Chris into a wedding to shake off the

pushing Chris to tie the knot fast and ditch

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sly grin sneaking in. “Should we clue Olivia in? End her

Ella said, sounding smug as hell, like she was grinning

wind, Olivia was next. That fuse

plotted like a couple of troublemakers, cracking up over the

twirled her hair, rolling her eyes. “If Mayra blabs,

they come,” Ella snorted. “Olivia thinks she’s got a

Olivia, who still didn’t see it, calling her

nodded, wandering to

kicked up. “That kid? Ninety percent

mouth

Ella said, puffed up

to give it to her–Ella’s detective skills were

jumped. “Keeping it in–house, huh?”

had the kid, Chad parked himself at the hospital for

whole week? That baby had to be his–no one’s buying a different tale.