Chapter 64 Blacklist, Block, Goodbye
Trapped in the iron cage of the man’s arms. Stella had nowhere to run.
“Abraham this is… she tried to protest.
Abraham looked down at her. “What?”
“I’m not a child anymore, she said again, trying to sound firm.
“So?” His voice cooled a few degrees. That means I’m not allowed to hold you anymore?”
The shift in his tone made her heart jolt painfully,
Abraham drove her straight to the Oriental International Tower.
Before she got out, he reminded her that his driver would pick her up later in the evening. She should eat a proper dinner jonce she got home.
Stella hesitated. “I was going to have
dinner with Tess_”
Then the driver will take you to the restaurant,” he replied.
But she did not want that. She and Tessa were planning to have broth, and from the look on Abraham’s face, that was clearly off–limits.
Fine, Stella muttered, her voice small and clearly disappointed. No broth… What a tragedy.
Abraham glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint smile. Then he signaled Abel to drive off.
Left behind, Stella stood at the entrance, her face still flushed pink
Kimmy had just returned from lunch when she saw her boss standing there with a flushed face, looking dazed. She crept closer to get a better look
Stella stariled, quickly stepping back. “What are you doing?”
Kimmy chuckled, “Boss.. your face is so red. Are you in love or something?
Bark when Stella was engaged to Ethan, everyone at the studio felt sorry for her. It was
was an open
open secret that Ethan had feelings
for Lilian.
Everyone thought Stella deserved better. Marrying Ethan would have been a lifetime of misery. But as it turned out, she had never even planned to marry him.
“Love? Don’t be ridiculous,” Stella snapped, flustered.
That was her brother. The man who raised her…
Kimmy shrugged. “You’re single now. Falling in love isn’t some crime.”
Stella was speechless. She had a point, but Stella did not want to go there.
Ashadow flickered in her eyes, too fast for Kimmy to understand.
The afternoon at the studio was chaos.
Stella barely had time to breathe, juggling multiple calls from major clients. By the time it was close to the end of the workday, her phone started blowing up again. This time with calls that had nothing to do with work
The first one was from Fihan
10:07 AM
Chapter 64 Blacklist, Block, Goodbye
“I’m going to rip his head off” Ethan was fuming.
+8 Pearts
The bruises from their last encounter at Kingston Heights had not even faded, and now his wrist was broken too. If he didn’t get revenge, how could he hold his head up?
Hearing his rage. Stella chuckled coldly. “You’re so capable, why not go find out yourself? Why ask mel
“Stella Dawson!” he exploded.
If Jason had been able to find out who that man
man was, trould I be here barking at her?
“Lunatic.” She hung up on him and, unsurprisingly, added his number to her blacklist.
Not long after, Susan called, “What’s going on with that studio of yours? How much have you been hiding from me?!”
“Hiding Stella sneered “Why would I bother hiding anything from you?”
She never hid it because. frankly, she owed the Reed family no explanations
Susan was livid. “What do you mean ‘why‘? I’m your mother!“.
“Oh, please. Isn’t it enough that you’ve got those two wastes, Jonathan and Lilian, calling you Mom? Don’t drag me into it.” Stella scoffed.
The implication was clear. Anyone who called her “Mom was doomed to become useless.
Susan had always known this daughter of hers had a sharp tongue, but today’s venom nearly made her cough up blood.
Especially over the past few days, every conversation with Stella made it painfully obvious she was cutting ties for good.
It all made sense now. So this was why Stella had become so defiant. She must have made a fortune last year.
Fuming, Susan almost shouted, “I’m coming to see you. Right now!”
Stelia, in no doubt, rejected, “Shouldn’t you be busy looking after your sickly darling. Lilian? I’ve got no time for you.”
She was too busy making money y to waste time on someone like Susan.
Stella hung up again.
She was starting to regret not having two separate phones. One for work, one personal. If she had, she would not have to worry about picking up unfamiliar numbers, just in case they were clients.
But of course, up until now, none of the Reed family or Ethan ever called her first. And now!
They were calling her more in a few days than they had in the past year combined.
It was exhausting!
