The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 29 A Shirtless Showdown

Stella had expected it–either Ethan or someone from the Reed family.

She instinctively glanced up at Abraham, and sure enough, the warmth in his eyes had completely disappeared.

Her grip on the phone trembled. “No, that’s not what 1-

You like money, don’t you? The card I gave you is still open–buy whatever you want, as much as you want.”

Finished

The condition was simple–bring Rianne back. But before Ethan could finish, Abraham plucked the phone from Stella’s hand and hung up without hesitation.

Their eyes met for a brief moment. Under his cold, piercing gaze, Stella instinctively lowered her head, not daring to look at

him

Abraham’s voice was icy. “He treats you well, doesn’t he?”

Stella forced a dry laugh. “No.”

Abraham’s tone sharpened. “He’s willing to give you anything you ask for.

Stella fell silent. If someone only heard Ethan’s words without any context, that’s exactly what it toonld sound like.

“It was all for a reason,” she muttered. “It wasn’t because he had feelings for me.”

topic of emotions came up, she felt guilty in front of Abraham. Probably because back

questioning. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and she

of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. Then, without

the living room, Abel was already waiting there, surveying

Ms. Dawson back

located in the Shallow Bay area of Rivermount. When that piece of land first became available, every powerful family in

recommendation and casually mentioned she liked it. The land became

develop luxury seaside residences, but Abraham had personally remodeled it

intended to gift it to her on her coming–of–age ceremony, but before that could

stepped onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette. He took a slow

her tonight. Let her

the night, Abel instinctively glanced around the small apartment

“You’re staying here?”

frosty glare. “Is there

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29 A Shirtless

just because Abraham didn’t want to wake

Finished

Abiel left, Abraham took his time inspecting Stella’s apartment–every corner,

we

completely sure there were no traces of another man did the tension

grabbed a fresh towel from her linen cabinet. The only options were soft pastels–pink and light yellow–all fluffy

style that was unmistakably her. Without hesitation,

Stella stirred, waking up only because she really had to use the restroom. Annoyed, she groggily

stepped out of