Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 363

Chapter 363

Sebastian turned back to Macro, who instinctively tugged his shirt tighter across his chest “What are you implying! I’m no like that. You’re not thinking of trying everything just because you’re indulging yourself, are you? I’m warning jori give in.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed at Macro’s theatrics, and he delivered a solid kick to his thigh. The force of the blow nearly knocked Macro off his feet, and he winced in pain.

“You-“he started, but Sebastian cut him off by grabbing him and dragging him toward the edge of the golf course Starr’s eyes widened in fear as he struggled “Hey! Where are you taking me?”

“Your mouth’s been running away with you lately, Sebastian said, his tone flat. “Time to burn off some of the energy

“No, I can’t…” Macro’s protest was cut short as he was thrown into the sea with a splash. He hated swimming, especially in the ocean, and he instinctively tried to climb out. But Sebastian’s hand pressed down on his head, submerging him

The cold water hit Macro like a shock, and for a moment, he felt like his lungs were going to burst.

Sebastian dragged him away from the yacht, swimming out into the open sea. Macro struggled, but Sebastian’s grip relentless. When he finally surfaced, they were at least 70 feet from the yacht.

Macro’s eyes widened in disbelief. What the hell is Sebastian eating to have this kind of stamina? he thought to himself

me. I don’t want to swim,” Macro gasped, struggling to keep

Sebastian had made up his mind. He dragged Macro several miles out

in panic. “Wait. Isn’t he

that. You–Before he could finish. Sebastian dove underwater and disappeared from sight. By the time Macro saw him again,

stamina is insane. No wonder Stefi couldn’t handle him. With this kind of

‘How ungrateful. I was standing up for her and she just left. And Sebastian must be insane. He just left like

hall, her mind elsewhere. But as they

and the waiter was sent flying into the wall passing out in an instant.

to back away, but it was too late. A vice–like grip clamped down on her arm, yanking her

in the next moment, she was pinned against it, a large hand muffling

tried to make.

and there he was–a man with most of his

could see the sharp, perfect lines of

It was Richard.

break free. She mumbled, the words muffled against his

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