The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 636 Not My Father, Thanks

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Tessa had kind of forgotten exactly how much Victor had told her about the current leader of the Ashen

Pact.

What she did know, though, was that this person wasn’t exactly a friend to her mother.

So when Tessa asked about the current person in charge of the Ashen Pact, an inscrutable expression flickered across Victor’s face.

“If we’re talking about the current leader,” he said, “then things get a little… interesting.”

Tessa was stunned. Interesting?

Victor continued, “For years, the identity of the current leader’s been a mystery. But now I’ve gotten a few leads, it’s probably Dan.”

The Ashen Pact had grown stronger by the day; they couldn’t afford to let their guard down.

“But then again… maybe not.”

No previous leader had ever been this secretive. Why the secrecy now?

Whatever reason lay behind it, it was anyone’s guess.

Tessa asked, “So by your logic, is it possible the current leader’s just a puppet?”

Victor shook his head. “Unlikely. Your father, Dale, doesn’t have the ability to control a puppet leader.”

Whoever this person was, their rise to power had made a very real impact; the world had taken notice.

At the mention of Dale, Tessa’s face instantly darkened. “He’s not my father.”

Father? As far as Tessa was concerned, she didn’t have a father like that.

Victor saw the sudden shift in her expression and chuckled, reaching out to feel her forehead. “Still a little warm. Let’s head back.”

The wind outside was chilly today.

really shouldn’t be out in

followed Victor back–only to take two

brow, “What

it’s worse

after standing out here training for hours,

Victor muttered, “Troublesome.”

next second he scooped her up into

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petite, nowhere near as tall as Stella. In Victor’s arms, she really did look like

shifted her weight, testing it.

Tessa blinked. “Huh?“>

about as much

he seriously just

true

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stay with Victor, there had been all sorts of chaos–starting with

she barely managed one meal a day, if

housekeeper came along, but she made real meals, not pig slop–it wasn’t like

a

but one big

truth,” Tessa said. “Wasn’t it all over

first time in years she’d felt

lips curled into a

seemed to be enjoying her

villa, he carried her straight into

doctor had said her fever was caused by

So delicate. Victor thought.

incident had left her with a

of applying medicine,

eyebrow. “What

I be blushing? The way this man said it so matter–of–factly, did he think things

of their “deal,” her eyes turned red and her nose

She looked completely miserable

“What’s

and lay down, curling up in the blanket.

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