The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 3 Like a Wet Sandbag Hitting the Pavement

The moment Stella stepped out of the company, she saw Lillian getting out of a car.

Ethan’s assistant, Jason Harrison, personally held the door open for her. Lillian handed him several shopping bags.

“Distribute these to the secretarial department.” She carried herself like a proper lady of the house.

Jason took them respectfully. “Thank you, Miss Lillian.”

Lillian gave him a soft nod, then turned—and her eyes met Stella’s.

Stella narrowed her gaze.

Lillian froze for a split second, then walked over with a warm smile. “Stella.”

Her voice was gentle, like that of an understanding older sister.

Back when the Reed family had found Stella, they told her that Lillian was older than her—by one hour.

This softness in Lillian’s voice was for Jason’s ears.

But the look in her eyes? Pure provocation.

She lowered her voice as she reached Stella. “You’re his fiancée, yet he sent me here to find him. Tell me, where does that put you?”

Stella’s expression turned cold. She let out a quiet laugh. “As long as I want, I can have any position I want in the Keene family. But you? Besides showing up at his office, can you go anywhere else in the Keene household?”

Lillian’s face stiffened, and her gaze turned venomous.

Obviously not. The Keene family elders would never allow it.

Her reaction made Stella quite satisfied.

Lillian glared at her. “Don’t get too full of yourself. As long as I’m here, you’ll never have that wedding.”

realize there’s more than one man in this world,

Ethan—clinging to an unattainable love? No thanks.

stiffened. “What do

love Ethan? Two years ago, she had fought so hard—so what was with this nonchalant act now? Was

Ethan, I can find another man. But you? He’s the only one willing to marry you, and yet he still won’t give you a

but after hearing that, she was seething. The fake sweetness

away with this? It looked like she had forgotten how Stella had put her in her place a

not interested in wasting more

suddenly grabbed Stella’s wrist. “Stella, I only came back for medical treatment. I never

“Let go.”

face. She only meant to pull her hand back, but

Smack!

crashing

the pavement. Just from the noise alone, anyone

Stella could even

voice rang out from not

No wonder Lillian had gone all out with the theatrics—her biggest

then glanced at

slow smile spread

handful of Lillian’s hair, and

a sharp scream.

Splash!

slammed against the edge of the fountain, pain shooting through her ribs. A suffocating pressure filled her lungs as the air was

down hard on the back

wanted to put on a

fine, let’s make

“Help! Ah—!”

second Stella pulled her up, Lillian

was only

her straight back