Stella hopped into the car, catching snippets of a phone conversation.
"Dig deeper. This guy has no beef with the Sanders family. Why's he suddenly gunning for Maja?" A shiver ran through Stella's body, but knowing Beck's capabilities, she figured it wouldn't take long for him to uncover the truth.
Tonight, she couldn't risk visiting Beck's place.
"Beck, just dropoff at my place, please." Beck shot her a puzzled look but didn't question her request, swiftly turning the steering wheel.
As Stella got out of the car, she wanted to say something, but Beck didn't give her the chance, accelerating away.
Standing there, Stella let out a wry smile.
But her gloom was fleeting; excitement soon took over as she thought about Alan's downfall.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe man who once tormented her dreams was finally toppled by her hands.
an was next in line.
Her lips curled into a smirk, heading back to her room, only to receive another call.
"Bonnie ran off to Jason, and given Jason's reputation with women, she's in for a rough time." Stella was surprised; Bonnie was quite the strategist, managing to jump ship from Alan directly to Jason.
Her eyelashes fluttered down, a wave of unease washing over her at the thought of her own past with Jason. Bonnie's fate in his hands didn't bode well, but Stella had bigger fish to fry than worrying about Bonnie's oue. Taking a deep breath, she headed to her room, still haunted by memories of that night.
Tonight, Boris was out, and Stella inquired about an's whereabouts with the staff.
If an wasing htonight, sleep would evade her.
But exhaustion was setting in, and all she yearned for was a good night's rest.
"Ms. Sanders, the young master hasn't called to say he'd being, and didn't he run away from home?" an's departure was his own doing, and Boris had made it clear to the staff to turn him away if he sought refuge.
Boris was determined to teach an a lesson this taround.
Relieved by the news, Stella was about to retreat to her room when she heard a car engine outside.
Tensing up, she considered escaping through the back door to avoid a confrontation with an.
However, she saw Boris entering through the front door.
Despite being a rather unreliable father figure, his presence mea an wouldn't dare touch sneaked back htonight.
Ο if he She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to close her bedroom door when Boris approached her.
"Elle, I heard about that night. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. That beast!" Stella was taken aback; she hadn't told Boris yet. How did he find out? She had doubted Boris would stand up for her, so why bother humiliating herself? But now that Boris had spoken up, even if it was just for show, it meant trouble for an.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhile Bonnie suffered at Jason's hands, Stella would use this tto take an down, just like Alan.
Even if it meant facing Beck's wrath later, she'd have no regrets.
Boris, right in front of her, made a call.
The call was to an's fair-weather friends, instructing them to cut him off, ensuring he faced more hardships.
With Boris's direct involvement, none dared to disobey.
Soon, an found his usual hangouts refusing hispany.
With little money and relying on friends for food and shelter, their avoidance left him starving.
The frustration was palpable, and upon it was his father's doing, likeleet Stigating, an learned Stella's doing in snitching on t him. That woman, a thorn in his side since she bechis stepsister, seemed to always be plotting against him.
Fuming, an tried reaching out to other acquaintances, only to be met with rejection.
Just as desperation peaked, an opportunity for a shady deal cknocking, leveraging the Sanders family name.
The deal smelt fishy, but an, cornered and unwilling to crawl back to Boris, was intrigued. "What's the deal?" et "Smuggling. It's risky, but with the Sanders name, customs won't bat an eyelid. You'd be looking at a cool fifty million in profit. But, there's a catch - you need to front a million."