The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 821 Guess Who Lost Everything

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“Who I am doesn’t matter.” Victor said, his tone almost casual. “But you, Mr. Dale… you should’ve lost everything by now.”

Dale froze.

The smile that had been lingering on Victor’s lips vanished, and even the mockery in his eyes sharpened into an icy gleam.

Victor’s words hit Dale like a blade to the chest.

“Who… who are you?” he demanded.

Now he was certain–they had met before; there had to be deep hatred between them.

But who could he be? Over the years, the Ashen Pact had made plenty of enemies. For the moment, Dale couldn’t recall where they might’ve crossed paths or what kind of feud lay between them.

Still, that one phrase, “lost everything” was enough to rattle him.

Before he could speak again, a sleepy, feminine voice drifted out from inside the room.

“It’s so cold… I wanna cuddle,” Tessa murmured softly.

Victor and Dale both went silent. Their eyes met.

Dale’s lips pressed into a thin line. Victor’s smirk returned, faint and taunting, before he glanced past Dale toward Trevor.

His voice turned cold. “If you knock on this door again, you’d better be ready to lose

your

life.”

Victor stepped back

the closed door, his whole body rigid and chilled. His hands curled into fists as he muttered to Trevor, voice low and sharp, “Find out who Victor was before

Abraham’s men—and one he trusted deeply. Mr. Abraham had even allowed him to

lightly; it meant Victor must’ve negotiated his own terms before joining Mr.

a deal

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themselves.

I’ll start digging right

remained hard, his

forget it.”

saying her name filled his tone

as her father,” Trevor offered

knew exactly what was eating at Dale, and his

Dale only scoffed coldly. “I

with outsiders against her own father? He

sir… you’ll need to make peace with her somehow. Victor said

darkened Dale’s

trembled, the veins in his hands standing out. “You’re right,” he finally

his eyes, masking the inferno burning behind them; the rage he felt

Inside the room-

chilled by turns, her temperature swinging wildly. She felt flushed on moment, freezing the

the cold came, she wrapped herself tight in the blanket–but it wasn’t enough. It never

edge of the blanket lifted, icy air rushed in and sliced through her

hazy and weak. She looked at Victor