The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 620 Run Now, Gloat Later

Evie glanced at her. “Then what are you still standing here for? Run!”

Marie was stunned. Run?

Evie said, “You got any strength left to keep fighting?”

Marie sneered, “You’re underestimating me, aren’t you?”

Truth was, she really was starting to run out of steam. Last night’s “workout” with that man had been way too intense.

Then she’d chased Evie for several blocks and fought tooth and nail against a dozen people. At this point, her legs were jelly.

Evie rolled her eyes and, without another word, turned and nimbly scaled the iron gate behind them.

Marie stood there, stunned. Seriously? That woman…

Just then, Derrick arrived–only to see Marie being chased by a swarm of attackers.

A flash of cold light passed through his eyes.

Without a word, he turned to the trunk, pulled out a long rifle, and opened fire in a sweeping arc at the group.

None of them had expected an ambush from behind.

By the time Marie and Evie had climbed over the gate, Derrick had already dropped the entire group to the ground.

Upon seeing Derrick, the sole survivor recoiled in fear, crawling away as if he’d seen a ghost.

Derrick approached with long, forceful strides, each step like a hammer pounding down on the man’s chest.

“Mr. Derrick,” the man stammered, voice trembling.

He recognized Derrick, his panic obvious.

Derrick slammed his boot onto the man’s chest. “Talk. Who sent you?”

“We… I…”

The man hesitated, clearly reluctant to tell the truth.

The next second, Derrick pressed the barrel of the gun to the man’s forehead.

“Mr. Derrick–”

eyes. “Let me guess…

The man was stunned.

Silent.

raised a

the man

a flicker of guilt

laugh. Without waiting for a response, he sent the man off

turned and looked toward the

was no

stormy, fiery figure from earlier flashed through his mind, and a faint smirk curled on Derrick’s

8:41 PM P P

Run Now,

Dan didn’t wake up until late into the

Finished

stirred, she exhaled in relief. “Dan, you’re

was

her, briefly flashed with disgust–barely concealed, but icy

P

T-

out frosty. “What

his

wavered. “What,

–

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words; his

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“She won’t come.”

silent. His already pale

Ella lowered her gaze.

with her

voice trembled with unspeakable

Dan could reply, she burst out, screaming,

so many years, wasn’t

your heart?”

Dan’s

out,

many years had it

couldn’t even remember how long she’d

SO

she’d forgotten