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.

Sebastian panicked. “Bro, where

go now, she’s going to end up hurting the wrong

now, Marie was probably targeting everyone around Dan; if he didn’t stop her, some innocent

second Sebastian heard that, he knew–Derrick

us under the bus. Don’t tell

say they were part of it, they figured Marie might just

to death, Marie was finally feeling a little better. Abel was about to

just as they arrived, Marie

the

at a café across from the Spirit Pub; when

throat was suddenly bone

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of iced fruit juice; Marie grabbed it and downed half the glass

“Finally. That’s better.”

rage was fading, replaced by plain exhaustion; it was exactly

here? And at this hour?” Marie

knew her friends well enough to understand what kind

were party friends–good for banquets

the middle

nervously, then

was very

frowned. “What’s with the hemming and hawing? Spit

Julia was never

friend had to have at least a little

certainly weren’t the sweet and

her. “Just tell her

The

it made Marie’s

stared at

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

saw the marks on Marie’s

adults; even if you hadn’t done it yourself, you’ve read

that what Julia had feared most had actually happened last

her forehead with a