The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 288

Stella really wished she could tear Derrick to pieces.

Derrick let out a snort of laughter. Take a guess. How much do you think you mean to Abraham! Think he’d hand that thing over to me just because of you?”

The moment the words left his mouth. Derrick let out a

muffled groan.

Stella wasn’t just sharp–tongued. She bit down hard on the artery in his neck. The pain twisted Derrick’s face.

What a dmn girl!

If she could throw a punch, she did. If she could sink her teeth in, she went for blood.

Seriously, what is she learning in Rivermount? Nothing but those crazy street bratler moves. No technique in fights, just brute force!

“Let go, or I swear I’ll shoot you,” he growled.

The teasing tone in his voice vanished, replaced by a dangerous threat.

Stella didn’t buy it. Instead, she bit down harder. A second later, Derrick’s expression darkened with rage, and he grabbed the back of her neck.

“You crazy woman!”

The doctor and bodyguard nearby gasped when they saw blood running down Derrick’s neck.

Stella’s lips were stained red with blood. She looked like a demon ready to devour someone.

The doctor rushed forward to treat him.

Derrick glared at her, eyes sharp. “Do you really want me dead that bad?”

She used to treat him like a brother.

Back when she called him “Derrick, her voice had sounded so sweet. Now all he saw were fangs bared at him.

Stella hissed. “You were born rotten. Every breath you take makes the world worse.”

How dare she!

Derrick tried to hold it in. He really did.

But in the end, he couldn’t.

He pulled out a gun and aimed it right at her. “Do you really think I won’t shoot you right now?”

“Do it, come on! Do it right here! Do you think I’m scared of you?” Stella snapped.

Derrick was speechless. Since when did this girl get guts? She used to flinch if I raised my voice. Now she’s out here picking fights?

He had nearly lost his life trying to shake off Abraham’s men. Used up every last bit of power he had left.

It took a whole day just to get back to Pagena, South Valley.

Derrick tossed the coat in his hands at her. “Put it on.”

She had only been wearing loungewear when he brought her out. And it had gotten ripped up along the way.

Stella shot him a deadly glare.

Blinded by darkness, Derrick yanked it off in a fury.

“D“mn it! With a temper like yours, no wa

way you didn’t get your ass handed to you in Rivermount,”

Most people would know how to bend when they couldn’t win.

But Stella was so unreasonable. Even when it wasn’t her fault, she’d still end up paying for it, just to teach her a lesson.

Stella snapped, “Who cares if I suffered or not? Give me back my phone.”

She had wanted to call Abraham the whole way here, but she didn’t have her phone.

Derrick scowled at her. “You’re asking me for a phone?”

“Who else would 1 ask?” she harked..

Derrick blinked. You brought a phone?”

A flash of memory—her phone flying through the air and smashing behind her. Stella’s face froze. Wait, I didn’t bring it?

Derrick raised an eyebrow. “You remember now?”

Stella demanded, “Then why didn’t you pick it up for me?”

What kind of logic is that?

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