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.”

one man in this world,

man like Ethan—clinging to an unattainable love? No thanks. Might as well

“What do you

disbelief. Didn’t she love Ethan? Two years ago, she had fought so hard—so what was with

I lose 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

she was seething. The fake sweetness on her face shattered, and Stella couldn’t

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

wasting more time with her. She

suddenly grabbed Stella’s wrist. “Stella, I only came back for medical treatment. I

“Let go.”

across Stella’s face. She only

Smack!

crashing to the

Just from the noise alone, anyone

could even

rang out from not far away.

Lillian had gone all out with the theatrics—her biggest fan had just

then glanced at

slow smile spread

a handful

a sharp scream.

Splash!

the fountain, pain shooting through her ribs. A suffocating pressure filled her lungs as the air was yanked from her body. She flailed wildly, struggling

face remained cold as she pressed down hard on the back of

wanted to put on a

fine, let’s make it

“Help! Ah—!”

pulled her up, Lillian shrieked for

was only for a

straight