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.”

man in this world, right? It’s

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

“What

stared at Stella in disbelief. Didn’t she love Ethan? Two years ago, she had fought so hard—so what was with this nonchalant act now? Was she faking

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

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

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

more time with

of course, Lillian had to pull her usual tricks. She suddenly grabbed Stella’s wrist. “Stella, I only came back for medical treatment. I never wanted to ruin your relationship with

“Let go.”

Lillian touched her, disgust flashed across Stella’s face. She only

Smack!

went crashing to the

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

Stella could

rang out from not far

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

Lillian, then glanced at the fountain near the

spread across

handful of Lillian’s hair,

out 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 yanked

she pressed down hard on the back of Lillian’s head, not

put

fine, let’s make it

“Help! Ah—!”

her up,

it was only

Stella shoved her straight