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

I don’t go now, she’s going to end up

didn’t stop her, some innocent soul was

second Sebastian heard that, he knew–Derrick

throw us under the bus. Don’t tell her we

of

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

as they arrived, Marie got a call

tone on the phone

across from the Spirit

throat was

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fruit juice; Marie grabbed

“Finally. That’s better.”

was fading, replaced by plain exhaustion; it was exactly what she

want to meet here? And at this hour?” Marie asked, setting the glass

enough to understand what kind

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

the middle of the afternoon

at Marie nervously, then glanced at

was

the hemming and hawing? Spit it

was never

friend had to have

certainly weren’t the

her. “Just tell

The

she said it made

narrowed as she stared at Julia. “What

then sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth. “I mean, how exactly should I

the

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

had feared most had actually

smacked her forehead