The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 612 Oops, That Wasn’t Dan

Derrick shot him a cold glance. “The moment you leave, Marie’s going to suspect you.”

Sebastian was stunned. Wait, what?

If they ran now, it would definitely raise Marie’s suspicions.

She was far too smart for that; the Tom family hadn’t done anything recently, so if they suddenly fled, she’d immediately connect the dots. So running would basically be a confession?

“Then should we just hide?” Sebastian gave up all pretense of calm.

At this point, it was like choosing between a knife to the front or a knife to the back, either way, they were getting cut.

Derrick let out a dry laugh. “And where exactly do you think you could hide?”

Sebastian went quiet.

He didn’t say another word, his face had gone pale again.

“So are we running or not?” Sebastian snapped, clearly losing it.

Ashley muttered, “If we run and Marie catches us, we’ll die even more miserably.”

Sebastian froze.

Drax fell silent. Seriously? There’s no way out?

Now all they could do was cower in Falvaria and hope Marie never discovered they were the ones behind the dirty work.

At this point, all three of them were starting to regret dragging Derrick into it this morning.

They should’ve just escaped on their own.

They weren’t the ones who slept with Marie–Derrick was. It had nothing to do with them.

“This is a death sentence,” Drax said, sounding completely defeated.

Derrick stood up and gave the three cowards a cold glance.

He stretched, then turned to leave.

him go, Sebastian panicked. “Bro, where are

she’s going to

targeting everyone around Dan; if he didn’t stop her,

heard that, he knew–Derrick was

dropped. “Please–don’t throw us under the bus. Don’t tell

part of it, they figured

Ella half to death, Marie was finally feeling a little

just as they arrived, Marie got a call from

tone on the phone sounded

the Spirit

throat was suddenly bone

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iced fruit juice; Marie grabbed it

“Finally. That’s better.”

was fading, replaced by plain exhaustion; it was exactly

this hour?” Marie

her friends well enough to understand what kind of people

Eileen and Julia were party friends–good for banquets and bar hopping,

the middle of

at Marie nervously, then glanced at

was very

the hemming and hawing? Spit

was never this

had to have at least a little edge

and Eileen certainly weren’t the sweet and docile

“Just tell

The

it made Marie’s

as she stared at Julia. “What did you

Marie’s gaze, then sucked in a sharp breath through her

when she saw the marks on Marie’s

you hadn’t done it yourself, you’ve read about

was obvious that what Julia had feared most

her forehead