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.”

there’s more than one man in this world, right? It’s not like I have to

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

expression stiffened. “What

she had fought so hard—so what was

can find another man. But you? He’s

looked bad, but after hearing that, she was seething. The

with this? It looked like she had forgotten how Stella had put her

was not interested in wasting more time

of course, Lillian had to pull her usual tricks. She suddenly grabbed Stella’s wrist. “Stella, I only came back

“Let go.”

Stella’s face. She only meant to pull her hand

Smack!

crashing

sound was awful, like a wet sandbag hitting the pavement. Just from the noise alone, anyone

could even

voice rang out

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

down at the pitifully sprawled-out Lillian, then glanced at the fountain near the building

spread across

handful of Lillian’s

out a

Splash!

edge of the fountain, pain shooting through her ribs. A suffocating pressure filled

she pressed down hard on the back of Lillian’s head, not giving her even a

put on

let’s make it

“Help! Ah—!”

Stella pulled her up, Lillian shrieked for

was only for

straight back into the