Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 322

Chapter 322

Macro was toast–his legs felt like they were stuffed with cement.

Even with the bodyguard holding him up, getting dragged around was a nightmare.

Sebastian’s crew knew how to make it brutal, locking him in a grip that kept him stumbling forward. Every step was like slogging through mud.

Then he saw Stephanie stroll in.

“Stefi, come on, help me out here!” he yelled, his voice all scratchy and desperate. “He’s turning this into some personal payback thing!”

Stephanie was chilling on Sebastian’s lap. She glanced back and said, “He thinks it’s good for you.”

That flipped Macro’s switch.

“I don’t want his ‘good“!” he wheezed, barely getting the words out.

If this was a favor, they could shove it–he just wanted to crash and be done.

Sebastian’s hand was on Stephanie’s waist, his voice low and steady. “Why’d you come out here with no jacket?”

The last few days had been rough–freezing cold with a wind that wouldn’t quit.

Snow kept dumping down, piling up in the courtyard like a giant white rug.

Stephanie looked at herself and shrugged. “I’ve been inside all day. I’m good.”

She hadn’t even gone outside–Sebastian wouldn’t let her anyway, fussing she’d get sick.

Macro, still hobbling along, shouted again, sounding like a broken radio.

self and gave Sebastian a look. “So,

own good,” Sebastian said, kicking back in his chair, cool as

Stephanie’s lip twitched.

stared at him, thinking, ‘Yeah, sure, that totally makes

phone buzzed–Ella calling.

Ella,” she said to Sebastian, “Need to take it.”

his hand drop

howled, “Stefi, don’t ditch me

gonna kill you,” she tossed back, not even looking, a little tease in her tone.

thinking that, maybe this would teach him to watch

in hand, her shoes tapping down the hall.

took a cigar from Elliot and said, “Five

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it, stomping as he ran. “Sebastian, you’re a real

off to the

gonna get him in deep trouble

hall, Stephanie

through, all hyped up. “Stefi, they’re going

hit the line, then Lilian’s pissed–off yell, “Who’re you calling a bimbo? I’ll skin

that’s who!” another voice snapped back, sharp and nasty. “I got Tyler’s kid–you want to be the stepmom or

jumped in, fuming. “Both of you, shut it! Amber, zip

kept messing with me and Tyler’s wedding- even dissing your own grandson. What, waiting for a better offer?”

line went dead quiet for

family princess, huh?” Amber’s voice got real

“You bitch, you’re SO

end–shouting, screaming, the whole deal. Ella’s voice

twitched. She leaned against the hallway wall, not

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