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Chapter 286 My Little Fiancée
Stella had been running away for years, and her temper had only grown stronger.
At the moment, facing Derrick, she looked like a fighting rooster. Because of the Tom family, she and Abraham had been separated for years.
All the frustration and rage bottled up in her chest peaked the moment she saw Derrick.
At that moment, faced with Derrick’s threat, not only did she not feel scared, she immediately bit down on the back of his
hand.
She sank her teeth in hard, viciously. Within seconds, her mouth was filled with the nauseating taste of rusted iron
“Hiss.” Derrick let out a muffled groan from the pain.
With his other hand, he grabbed Stella’s jawbone–rough and heavy–handed,
He had to be. He could see it in her. She looked like she wanted to tear off a chunk of flesh from the back of his hand.
Stella let
from the pain. As their eyes locked, her eyes welled up with tears, shimmering like an angry kitten. Her gaze was sharp and full of hatred.
Derrick sneered, “You bit me and made me bleed, and now you’re the one crying?”
As soon as he finished, Stella spat the blood from her mouth right onto Derrick’s face. “Disgusting. You can have it back.”
Derrick’s teeth ground together in fury.
Before he could speak, the pilot up front said again, “Mr. Derrick, they’re getting closer.”
“Lose them, Derrick ordered, then flung Stella aside.
Tell that b’stard Abraham that if he keeps chasing after us. I’ll jump out of the plane with Stella and let us both fall to our
deaths.
Stella was speechless.
The bodyguards on board were also speechless.
Is Mr. Derrick insane? Is this really the kind of shameless threat he’s making?
Derrick looked at Stella and grinned. “Star, do you want to die together?”
Stella snapped, “Go to hell yourself!
Derrick clicked his tongue. “Well, well, quite the temper. I liked you better back in Falvaria. What kind of trash talk have you learned these past years? Your mouth’s turned foul”
He bent down, rubbing her pale lips with his thumb. But the next second. Stella bit down hard on that thumb–so hard it was like she wanted to chew it off.
The bodyguards watched Stella, shocked. In such a short time, she had bitten Derrick’s hand, then his finger. This wasn’t a hostage–they had clearly captured a little demon.
And
yet Derrick hadn’t snapped her neck already.
Instead, Derrick gently rubbed the top of her soft hair. “Star, let go. Be good.”
Hearing his tone, Stella bit even harder.
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Besides, that scheming Kelly had even acted like her best friend.
Even though Stella had been stuck in Rivermount all these years, she had dreamed of biting Derrick to death. Now, she finally got the chance.
When she still didn’t let go, Derrick’s voice turned colder. “Star, I said let go.”
When she refused again, Derrick grabbed her jaw again. This time, the pain made her open her mouth.
“Send me back,” she said through gritted teeth.
Derrick raised an eyebrow. “I risked my life to steal you away. Do you think that’s possible, my little fiancée.”
Right after he spoke, Stella spat another mouthful of blood at his face.
Derrick wiped his face with his hand. “You’ve grown up, sure. But how’d you grow into such a spitfire?
Back in Falvaria, she had been so obedient. Always following Abraham, calling his name with such a sweet, wavy tone. Now, she was a completely different person.
Elsewhere, Abel reported the message from the other side to Abraham. “Mr. Abraham, Derrick said if you keep chasing, hell jump out of the plane with Ms. Dawson and die with her.“.
Abraham narrowed his eyes. A chill radiated from him. “Ask him what the hell he wants.”
Abel nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Tessa had been on the phone with Stella when she suddenly heard strange sounds.
Then came choking and coughing. Ignoring the pain in her backside, she rushed to Seaflats Cove.
She didn’t dare call the police. After all, she could tell that the people around Stella weren’t ordinary.
She was afraid the police would only make things worse for Stella.
But she couldn’t sit still. No matter what, she had to check on her. And then, she saw Victor’s brutal side.
Smoke still drified from the dark barrel of the gun in the man’s hand.
Even Eddie had dropped his usual lazy attitude. He put away the cold object in his hand and said, “Abel’s been contacted. They’ve brought enough people. We don’t need to go!
