Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 112 Chris's expression darkened instantly.

His eyes flicked toward the car, but all he caught was the tail end disappearing through the gates.

Still, he recognized it right away-it was the scar Stephanie had gotten into earlier with that man. "That guy lives here too?" Kevin hesitated before replying, "Pretty much." With security this tight, there was no way they'd let just anyone through.

Chris's breathing grew uneven, his face stormy..

"Don't tell me... That guy owns this place?" But seeing how respectful the security was to that car just now, Kevin said, “Looks like it.” The air inside the car turned icy.

"But wasn't he supposed to be s66-year-old geezer?" Chris practically roared.

Kevin flinched.

The paperwork had indeed listed a 58-year-old man as the owner when they looked into it.

Fuming, Chris yanked out his phone and dialed Stephanie.

Cold. Unreachable. She had blocked him.

His rage burned hotter, but there was nowhere to unleash it.

***** 470% At the stime, a major scandal rocked Long Harbor.

By 3 PM, multiple hashtags had taken over the trending lists: TheHartsDisownTheirDaughter StephanielsNoLongerAHarts Mrs.HartsOfficiallyCuts Ties BiologicalDaughter Out, AdoptedDaughterin The entire city was buzzing with the news.

Chris was already overwhelmed, and Catlin wasn't faring any better.

Her phone wouldn't stop ringing-socialites and acquaintances were all calling, pretending to show concern while barely concealing their mockery.

Furious, Catlin nearly lost it.

She grabbed phone after phone, desperately trying to reach Stephanie.

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Chapter 112 Finally, the call connected. "Hello?" "Stephanie, how could you do this? You were the one who wanted to cut ties, and now you're making us look like the villains?" Catlin fumed.

"You trickedinto signing with Macro and Allison, you deceived me, and now you're paintingas the heartless one?" She went off in a tirade, convinced she was the real victim here.

Catlin was feeling wronged. Somehow, Stephanie had turned her into the villain.

On the other end of the line, Stephanie, still half-asleep, lazily responded, "And you're righteous?" "You-!" Catlin nearly lost it.

"Tell me, what do you want? What did I ever do to you to d this?" she raged.

+5 Regret flooded her. If she had known Stephanie would turn out like this, she never would have brought her back.

Who cared if she had no biological daughter? Stephanie could have rotted out there for all she cared! "This is about money, isn't it?" Catlin snapped, her breath hitching.

Causing this much chaos-Stephanie must have run out of options.

She must be desperate, trying to squeeze money out of the family. Yeah, that had to be it.

Catlin's voice grew sharper. "If you need money, just say it. Or is it that family of yours? Do they want money?" "Do you even think for yourself? Those people aren't even related to you by blood, and yet you're trying to drag them along to drain the Harts dry?" Her fury blinded her to the facts-Stephanie had a business pulling in millions a year, and she wore a necklace worth over thirty million.

Catlin had convinced herself there was only one reason for all this.

"You people must be starving!" Stephanie listened calmly, letting her rant.

Stephanie lazily rolled over in bed. "Yeah, I almost starved to death after going back to the Harts." Starved? She threw that word right back at them.

A measly $7,000 a month, and even that was inconsistent.

Good thing she never relied on their money-otherwise, she'd have gone hungry for real.

"You-!" 2/4 Chapter 112 Catlin was so furious her vision blurred, Stephanie scoffed. "Sucking the Harts dry? Do you even have any blood to suck?" And dragging the Giovannis into it too? Please. You think you even have enough blood to spare?' "You-you're unbelievable! Then tell me, what the hell is all this about?" Catlin shouted. Stephanie paused.

Oh, right. She hadn't even checked what was trending yet.

But why did she stir up this storm? "Obviously, so you guys don't suckdry instead." 0 She had no interest in whatever scraps the Harts had left. But once they found out the Giovannis had raised her, who's to say they wouldn't turn around and try leeching off them instead? Better to burn the bridge completely.

Catlin nearly had a stroke. “Us? Bleed you dry? Over your lousy million?" "You're seriously underestimating the Harts. That pocket change of yours? We couldn't care less." Hearing that, Stephanie smirked. "Well, then, Mrs. Hart, be sure to remember what you just said." "You should remember it!" Catlin spat before slamming the phone down.

Stephanie heard the dial tone and snorted. "Fine. Whoever forgets first isn't even human." Hmph! Just then, Sebastian walked in, catching sight of Stephanie rolling around in bed, still fuming.

She had changed into a nightgown earlier, but with all that tossing, her legs were now fully exposed. Sebastian swallowed hard, his body heating up uncontrollably.

"What's got you so worked up?” he asked, stepping forward with a bowl of hangover soup.

His sudden voice startled Stephanie. She quickly pulled the covers over herself. "Why didn't you knock?" 'What if I was changing?'

Sebastian set the bowl on her nightstand and sat down beside her.

With one swift motion, he tugged the blanket off her head. "Haven't I seen everything already?" Stephanie's mind blanked for a second. Her face burned as she yanked the covers back, trying to disappear under them.

But Sebastian was faster. He pulled her into his lap, holding her in place. "Be good. Drink the soup, then sleep."

The loose neckline of her robe slipped slightly, and Sebastian's gaze unintentionally landed on how well she had developed. Clearing his throat, he quickly wrapped the blanket around her more securely before handing her the bowl. "Drink up." Stephanie squirmed. "I can drink it myself." Sebastian's voice was calm but firm. "Don't argue." 3/4 Chapter 119 He held her steady, his grip around her waist making it clear he wasn't letting go

He knew she hated the taste of hangover soup. If he let her go now, she'd cup with a hundred excuses not to drink in Stepliante sniffed the bowl, wrinkling her nose. "Can I wait until it cools down?" Sebastian raised a brow. "Wantto feed you?" She froze.

Feed...?' Her eyes darted to Sebastian cautiously.

Meeting his serious, unwavering gaze, her heart skipped a beat.

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