The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 577

Chapter 577 Don’t Drink the Water, Don’t Text the Princess

The moment he heard “two years,” Eddie blew up on the spot.

It had only been a few days and he was already on the verge of losing it–no showers, barely enough drinking water.

Even his carefully maintained face was already sunburned.

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Just these few days had peeled a layer off his skin. If he had to stay two years? That’d be a death sentence.

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Eddie was so furious it almost gave him a heart attack. “He might as well just kill me and get it over with!”

It wasn’t far off, really.

Abel said calmly, “Mr. Abraham also said, if you keep running your mouth, he’s happy to tack on more time.”

More time? That wasn’t killing him–it was erasing him from the world.

Ruthless. Absolutely inhuman.

Downright despicable.

Eddie cursed silently for a long while… but he didn’t dare say a word out loud.

Two years? That was basically a prison sentence.

After another long pause, Eddie muttered through gritted teeth, “I was wrong, okay?”

He was going insane.

Abel added, “Mr. Abraham also said–he saw the texts you sent to Miss Stella.”

Wait, what?

This demon. Stella actually showed Abraham those texts?

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These two were dangerously close.

Eddie wanted to bury himself in the sand right then and there.

What kind of perfect couple was this? They even shared their texts?

Eddie took a deep breath…

But before he could say anything else, Abel beat him to it. “Mr. Abraham also said apologies won’t help this time.”

So the one dying from internal injuries… was actually him.

Of course it was. Even apologies were useless now? That was pure torture.

Before Eddie could get another word out, Abel had already hung up.

Everything that needed to be said had been said.

Chapter 577 Don’t Drink the Water, Don’t Text the Princess

Eddie stared at the disconnected screen and clawed at his hair. “Aaaagh!”

Stella. That princess. That demon.

He wanted to send her two more texts and tell her off–but now? No chance in hell.

Under Abraham’s iron rule-

Eddie… surrendered.

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Back at the Dawson estate-

Just as Stella was about to lie down, a maid came in with Elena.

“Miss Stella, Dr. Elena’s here to check your pulse.”

Stella blinked in confusion. “I’m not feeling unwell, though.”

Abraham wasn’t in the room–he’d gone to the study to take a call.

Elena answered gently, “Mr. Abraham was worried. And you went out tonight for the banquet.”

“Oh,” Stella said.

She really didn’t feel any discomfort.

Still, she let Elena check her pulse. If it helped put Abraham’s mind at ease, then so be it.

As Elena was halfway through, Abraham returned.

She carefully felt Stella’s pulse, asked a few questions about her condition and symptoms-

Then respectfully reported to Abraham, “Don’t worry. Miss Stella’s constitution is strong. Everything’s fine. Just… be mindful of strength.”

Strength? What strength?

That phrase gave Stella a very bad feeling.

Abraham nodded. “Thanks. Appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Abraham,” Elena said with a smile. Then she and the maid quietly left the room.

Stella leaned back on the bed and looked at Abraham, just starting to register what Elena meant by “mindful of strength.”

Her face immediately turned bright red.

She shot him a glare. “You–really?”

Abraham walked over and pulled her into his arms, his voice low and rich with suggestion. “Missed me?

She gave him a little shove. “If Mom finds out, she’s gonna kill you. You’re out of excuses.

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His tone was indulgent, but the smile on his lips was pure predator–like a hawk cornering its prey.

Elsewhere, Tessa was still trying to figure out what Victor meant by “payment.” Her stomach growled.

Victor hadn’t left his room all night. Starving, Tessa finally gave up and crept downstairs to look for food.

What she didn’t expect-

Was to find Victor still in the living room in the middle of the night. He and Silas had just finished talking and were heading upstairs.

Tessa had already taken two steps down before she saw them. She panicked and turned to run back up-

But turned too fast.

Her foot slipped. “Ahhh!”

The scream echoed through the entire villa.

Her body pitched backward. She flailed wildly, trying to grab hold of something.

But luck wasn’t on her side this time–she lost her balance completely and went tumbling down the stairs.

A sharp gasp rang out from the living room, along with someone yelling-

“Hey!”

Thud!

She landed–but the pain never came.

Because she’d fallen right on top of Victor.

He grunted beneath her, his body absorbing the full impact.

Silas and Lewis both froze, staring at the scene in front of them, not even breathing.

Lewis was the first to snap out of it. “Oh my god–Tessa, Miss Tessa–what are you doing?!”

“What did our boss ever do to you?! If you wanted to kill her, just say so! Why go through the trouble of -wrapping it in a sweet little package?!”

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