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,

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

stiffened. “What do

Ethan? Two years ago, she had fought so hard—so what was with

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

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

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

was not interested in wasting more time with her. She turned to

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

“Let go.”

Stella’s face. She only meant to pull

Smack!

went crashing to the

the pavement. Just from the

Stella could even

furious voice rang out from not far away.

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

looked down at the pitifully sprawled-out Lillian, then glanced at the

slow smile spread across her

stepped forward, grabbed a handful of

a

Splash!

slammed against the edge of the fountain, pain shooting through her

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

to put on

fine, let’s make it

“Help! Ah—!”

Stella pulled her up,

it was only

Stella shoved her straight back into the