Chapter 327 A Phone That Won’t Stop Ringing
“Your phone won’t stop ringing. Stella said.
“Shut up.”
Stella glared. That bastard.
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My hair was a mess, and I wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up, but Derrick wouldn’t let me. He had even searched me and taken my phone.
And now this lunatic was actually playing video games. As if he wasn’t afraid that Abraham would break down the door any second and shoot him to pieces.
I want to play too.”
“You’re a woman. Go learn to cook or arrange flowers or something.”
Stella was stunned..
Cooking? Arrange flowers? What is this, etiquette school for rich housewives?
To be fair, Madam Evelyn never forced me or Marie to do anything like that. While other high society girls were busy learning graceful manners, Madam Evelyn had always let them grow free.
So now, faced with Derrick’s primitive thinking, Stella didn’t even bother to respond. She just turned away and watched TV.
But Derrick wasn’t finished. “So tell me, after you moved to Rivermount, did you learn how to cook?”
“I did.”
Stella nodded quietly.
I can cook. The only question is whether it is edible.
“Then make something for me sometime.”
“Sure.”
She agreed far too quickly.
Derrick narrowed his eyes. “You’re not planning on poisoning your future husband, are you? Wait, didn’t you blow up my kitchen that one time?”
The memory made his chest hurt.
This woman had too many tricks up her sleeve. After her time at Rivermount, her fiery attitude had taken on
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Chapter 327 A Phone That Won’t Stop Ringing
When Stella didn’t answer, Derrick looked up from his phone and glanced at her.
She was staring intently at the TV, as if she had discovered something incredible.
Derrick walked over and stood behind her, following her gaze.
It was a live broadcast of a boxing match on the yacht.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
“What are you watching?”
There was nothing special going on. Why was she so engrossed?
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Stella’s eyes were fixed on a man who had been knocked down in the ring. His face was covered in blood, but just before he collapsed, she caught something in his features.
He looked a lot like Ethan.
No, he looked even more like Judson.
Derrick noticed. “Your fiancé from Rivermount? What’s he doing? Trying to be a punching bag now?”
This wasn’t even a real boxing match. More like a punching showcase for someone with power.
The guy on the ground obviously never had a chance.
Stella looked away, ignoring him.
But Derrick reached out and grabbed her chin. “Getting more defiant, huh?”
“Let go.”
Stella grabbed his wrist. Derrick let go immediately out of reflex.
This crazy woman was biting people. It’s best to keep her mouth away.
“Your phone’s still buzzing, Stella said.
Derrick scowled, then shifted his gaze back to the TV. His eyes lingered on the blood–covered man, and his expression turned cold.
He took out his phone. It was Sebastian calling.
He answered. “Are you dead yet?”
“Derrick, you’re incredibly cruel.”
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Chapter 327 A Phone That Won’t Stop Ringing
“Get to the point,” Derrick said.
“Mr. Abraham wants to trade me for Ms. Dawson.”
Derrick raised his eyebrows. “And he thinks you’re worth it?”
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“You! Unbelievable! You really are my brother,” Sebastian shouted, practically smoking with rage.
Derrick said nothing, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, then looked lazily at Stella.
He almost blew smoke at her, but she turned and gave him a warning look.
Finally. Derrick exhaled in the other direction.
Sebastian added, “Plus Bernie.”
Derrick paused.
He took another long drag, then slowly turned to look at Stella again.
She raised her eyebrows, a smile tugging at her lips.
Derrick didn’t like that smile. It looked warm on the surface, but it was clearly laced with mockery.
He looked away and said into the phone, “Deal.”
Then he hung up.
Derrick turned and walked over to Stella. “Before you left for Rivermount, do you remember what I told you?”
She didn’t answer. He’d asked her the same thing back in Pagena.
“You’re my fiancée. I’m coming to get you.”
As soon as she heard these words, she understood what he meant.
He wanted to return me to Abraham.
So far, I still didn’t know if the thing Lancelot had stolen really belonged to Derrick.
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