Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 630: Tit for Tat

In the evening, a light rain drizzled outside. Stephanie sat in the living room, having dismissed the nanny, with a glass of red wine on the table, quietly staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, the door swung open, but Stephanie showed no reaction. A gust of cold air swept in, causing her to frown slightly. "Don't you know how to close the door?" she snapped.

"You're still as nagging as ever," came a voice.

At the door, a woman set down her umbrella, her high heels clicking as she stepped inside. The sound of her heels only increased Stephanie's irritation, her frown deepening. "You're still as rude as ever."

The woman sat down, her exquisite face contrasting sharply with Stephanie's reddened scars. Gazing at the woman's flawless cheeks, Stephanie's eyes hardened with hatred, wishing she could smash the red wine glass and slash the woman's face with its shards. "To awaken the expensive wine with her blood!"

"Grace, haven't I told you to cover that disgusting face of yours every time you see me?" This woman was Grace, imprisoned for intentional injury!

Grace scoffed, crossing her long legs, her gaze mocking. "Compared to yours, your face is the uglier one, isn't it?"

"You!" Stephanie stood abruptly, glaring venomously at Grace. For a moment, she truly wanted to strangle her.

Grace, unfazed, coolly gestured with her fingertips, mockingly signaling Stephanie to sit. "Sit down and listen to me carefully, or you'll regret it."

Begrudgingly, Stephanie sat down, sneering soon after. "We are both nothing but underdogs, Grace. Do you think you're any better than me? You think you're still the little princess adored by all? Let me tell you, you're nothing now, so stop acting so high and mighty, you wretch."

"Watch your mouth!" Grace snapped back. "What do you think you are?"

"I'm not anything special, and neither are you."

Their confrontation was intense, neither yielding to the other, until a clap of thunder outside calmed them down, stopping their bickering.

After a moment, Grace pulled out two photographs from her bag. "This is Lysander, a senior at Kongham University, preparing to apply for a master's in finance, and the head of the Emerson family."

Stephanie glanced at Grace, picking up Lysander's photo. "This guy, the gaming prodigy from before, right?"

Grace, not to be outdone, glared back at Stephanie. "Yes, last year's champion. He's also Tina's apprentice. It seems he has a crush on Tina, often collecting information about her. This time, you should try to drive a wedge between him and Tina."

Seduction is more your thing, especially since you want to marry

serious matters. Don't forget what

the mention of their boss, Stephanie involuntarily shivered, her tone becoming more

the Farrell family is also at Kongham University, apparently in contact with Courtney from the X Bureau. Courtney's a problem too. Orson and Lysander are close; perhaps you can kill two birds with

I don't want to see you anymore." Stephanie downed

was equally unwilling to stay longer. She had befriended Stephanie long ago merely because she was a child of the Lyon family,

never much sisterly affection to speak

"Take care of yourself."

With that, Grace left.

the rain grew heavier, and Stephanie lay in the dark, her eyes wide

photo in her hand, grinding her

"Tina, just you wait!"

with the scent of cherry blossoms, and the post-spring shower

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expression was

bought an apartment conveniently located between his school and the office, though he hadn't given up his single dorm room at the university, which remained unoccupied. But ever since Orson had come to

went to pick up some things from school, he entered

for a pervert about to

rained? It's pretty cold, close the door!" Orson grabbed a Coke from the fridge and took a big swig. Lysander flung the door wide open. "You know it's cold and yet you drink a cold

the corridor was bustling with people who caught a glimpse of Orson's bare body, laughing out loud. "Have you

to sit on the bed, but seeing the scattered underwear and

of shame? Don't you

the bed, retorted, "We're all so familiar, what's wrong with me

Lysander frowned. "Can't you

a shower; I'm airing out." Orson was unconcerned. "Besides, you're a man, what's there to be

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in frustration, "Don't sit on the bed without drying off! This is my dorm, my bed, if you want