The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 65 Sleeping Her Way Up?

On the other end of the line, Susan furiously shoved the phone back into the nurse’s hand.

At this rate, she was convinced she would end up blacklisting every nurse’s number in the hospital.

“Find out where she is right now,” she snapped, furning-

Jonathan answered stiffly. “She’s on the 26th floor of Tower One, Oriental Grand Tower.”

That, at least, he had managed to confirm

But his expression was not any better. His assistant had just called with troubling news. The companies they tried to sway into cutting ties with Stella had all rejected the idea.

Almost like they were afraid of something. And when asked for more details, the other side would not say anything.

Then there was the most outrageous one of them all. The Sterling Global, a company that had only entered Rivermount two years ago. When his assistant called, they did not just refuse politely.

They exploded. “What the hell? We collaborate with whoever we want. Who the hell are you to tell us

otherwise

That kind of arrogance was unheard of for a newcomer company. Even when the assistant dropped the name of the Keene family, they scoffed and cursed them too.

That unyielding, domineering tone. It was exactly like Stella’s.

When Susan heard this, she could no longer sit still. “So none of them are willing to cut ties with her?”

Jonathan’s face darkened further.

then, Lilian, who had been silent ever since waking up, suddenly spoke. “How

left her lips. Susan and Jonathan locked eyes. Both

impossible for

she hadn’t done something shameful to earn all that, had she? After all, she had grown up in the countryside. No connections, no background. What real skills could she possibly have to earn over 980-000 dollars in just one year? No, there had to

twisted in fury. “I’m going to see her.

practically billowed from

of them were from Susan or Ethan. Otherwise, she would really start considering tossing her

hung up, Tessa called. “Let’s

Stella sighed, “Can’t.”

immediately picked up on it. Truly, someone who cared about her would

know.

w days in

a and even her meals were being

by someone who was not blood–related still beat having what they called a

Sleeping Her Way

“Then I’ll just go home

your prison warden, we’re going straight

Stella agreed softly, though with Abraham still in town, that broth fantasy might as well

chatted a bit more before

was nearly time to clock out. Abraham called, his voice low, “Are you

Just have the driver

her change of plan.

broth. Is that okay?” Stella’s mood