The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 381 Who Really Won the Fight

Eddie ignored the gaze and leaned over to Stella. “Be honest. Between you and Jasmine, who actually hit whom first?”

Stella raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to take her side?”

Eddie almost jumped.

Take her side?

Whose side?!

He understood immediately. “Don’t say that. I would never take Jasmine’s side.”

We’d only been on one blind date. Abraham had nearly eaten me alive in the car earlier just for that.

If I really dared to defend her, I’d be finished.

“Just tell me the truth,” he pressed, not giving up.

Stella gave him a blank look like he was an idiot. “What do you think?”

“I think you definitely beat her up.”

Stella just snorted and remained silent.

And that silence was enough for Eddie to get the full picture.

Inside the study, Abraham lit a cigarette and casually tossed the pack to Job.

Job pulled one out.

Abraham took a long drag and said coolly, “The Wilde family has no reason to exist anymore.

Job’s hand stopped in mid–light.

I had a feeling that Abraham had only kept quiet at the mall earlier to indulge Stella.

credit; Abraham was about to

Rivermount were all managed by Job, Sterling Global, the luxury

And now the studio.

studio over to Tessa. But since Tessa had gone to Falvaria, she didn’t feel safe

she gave the whole mess

Really Won

looked at Abraham. “To be fair, Ms. Dawson hasn’t suffered much at Rivermount in the last two

time Job arrived, Stella had been

the Reeds

+8. Pearls

had been torn apart by her to the point of begging on her knees. If Stella hadn’t left town then, someone might have ended up

eyes narrowing. “Their

Job was stunned.

he mean the whole

your biological family turned out to

family

at Pluehville Hill. Apparently, they

this time they didn’t

messed

never acknowledged, but whom

years.

in the car, Tempest ended a phone

hanging up, he said coldly, “I want the

Rianne was stunned.

the call and immediately wrapped his arm around

a little

you not

slightly. His slender fingers cupped her delicate chin, tilted her head

tried to pull away but

warm breaths intertwined. His voice was deep and husky. “Still not

Who Really

in protest,

her still. “Don’t