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."

to do this? Seduction is more your thing, especially since you want to marry Jared.

I'm discussing serious matters. Don't forget what

boss, Stephanie involuntarily shivered,

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

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

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

much sisterly affection to speak

"Take care of yourself."

With that, Grace left.

Stephanie lay in the dark, her eyes wide open, her

in her hand, grinding her molars

"Tina, just you wait!"

Kongham University was suffused with the scent of cherry blossoms, and the post-spring shower weather was increasingly

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Lysander's expression

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

to pick up some things from school, he entered to find a freshly showered

for a pervert about

close the door!" Orson grabbed a Coke from the fridge and took a big swig. Lysander flung the

body, laughing out loud. "Have you no shame? Don't you know

to sit on the bed, but seeing the scattered underwear and clothes, he disdainfully chose a small sofa

you know

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

familiar with you?" Lysander frowned. "Can't you

took a shower; I'm airing out." Orson was unconcerned. "Besides, you're

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without drying off! This is my dorm, my