Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 321

“Amber flipped out right there in the hospital Called Caitlin out–said Clivia’s a train wreck, accused Caitlin of pushing Olivia to steal Chris, even hooking Civis up with Tyler. It got messy Ella kept going, her gossip engine revved up.

Stephanie froze, her cup stuck halfway to her mouth.

This was insane shoving Olivia at Chris, pairing Olivia with Tyler? Like something straight out of a cheesy drama.

Thinking back, Caitlin’s old begging sessions with her had that same energy

Then there was Tyler–ever since Olivia got sick, Caitlin had him stuck to her hip, wearing him out.

The whole family revolved around Olivia,

Ella pressed on. “Look, Tyler’s been dodging, Amber and the kid lately–no shock there. Now he’s laid up bad because of Olivia”

“Amber didn’t even try to play nice with Caitlin–just went off, Ella added, practically buzzing with excitement.

Ella was loving it–Stephanie could almost see her grinning like a kid with a front–row seat.

Even over the phone, the hype was catching. You’d think Ella was the one getting payback.

Stephanie shook her head, cracking a smile despite herself. “They’ve been shaky for ages. Amber’s got a short fuse.”

Back in the day, Caitlin was a ball of nerves–face all scrunched up like she’d sucked a lemon.

Tyler had stepped up, cooled Amber off for a while.

Now, with Tyler down from Olivia’s chaos, Amber–flush with his cash–was bound to blow up. Her hospital meltdown made sense.

Ella cackled. “Oh, she’s a live wire. I’m sending you the video–it’s gold.”

Stephanie paused, staring at the trees swaying outside, keeping quiet.

“The Hart family’s a total clown show today. The Hodge family will hear about it any second,” Ella said, soaking in the mess.

A blowup this big? It’d spread like crazy–the Hodges wouldn’t sleep on it.

Stephanie hummed. “Send it.”

“Sent,” Ella chirped, then hung up.

then,

little. “Miss,” she said, lingering by

tossing it out all casual.

boxing room, like, now,” the maid said

her phone down. “For

too,” the maid tacked on, then

popped up. “Sebastian was there? What was

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with a

not? She didn’t have

shoved the chair

was huge–loaded with everything. The hall lights threw a

room, show still

down the way, Macro’s shouts spilled out of the boxing

I can’t keep running–you trying to off me or something?”

hit the doorway and stopped

flicked his hand; two bodyguards yanked a sweaty, limp Macro back up, hauling him for

blinked. “What’s this

panted, “Sebastian, I’m serious–Stefi’s gonna hate this. You’re too

a cigar in his fingers,

looked icy, sharp–like nobody could touch him. The air around him was chilly, pushing everyone back.

long drag and said, “Ten more laps.” His voice was low, even,

killed me, and you’re adding ten?

checked Macro out–soaked, legs shaking, totally wiped,

standing behind Sebastian, clocked her first, nodding toward

she is

meeting her eyes.

he said, light but solid, like it wasn’t optional.

her name–rescue! His eyes sparked like she was his

swore to himself: if he made it out, no more

either–just chill and keep

that cigar, looking like some untouchable

the shots for,

anyone, and he’d bring the hammer

onto his lap in one easy move, handing the cigar off to

she asked, settling