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.

right then, a knock landed on the door.

maid peeked in, dipping her head a little. “Miss,” she said, lingering by the

turned, tossing it

boxing room, like, now,” the maid said quietly, her voice careful.

frowned, putting her phone

too,” the maid tacked on, then waited, watching for her

“Sebastian was there? What was Macro

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she said with a

was in on it, why not? She

chair back,

was huge–loaded with everything. The hall lights threw a soft shine on the floor.

pool room, show still floating down outside, swirling

shouts spilled out of the boxing

way, I can’t keep running–you trying to off me or something?” His voice was ragged,

doorway and stopped cold.

a sweaty, limp Macro back up, hauling him for more

blinked. “What’s this mess?”

I’m serious–Stefi’s gonna hate this. You’re

a chair, a cigar in his fingers, smoke drifting up

sharp–like nobody could touch him. The air around him

“Ten more laps.” His voice was low,

me, and you’re adding ten? You want me dead or

out–soaked, legs shaking, totally wiped, just like he’d said.

standing behind Sebastian, clocked her first,

she is here,” keeping it

meeting

over. “Stefi, come here,” he said, light but solid, like

jerked up at her name–rescue! His eyes sparked

himself: if he made it out, no more

chill and keep it low–key from

there with that cigar, looking like

wondered–His to call the shots for, his to look out

bring the hammer down. Sebastian’s protective streak was insane.

his lap in one

Macro doing?” she asked, settling in, keeping it