Puzzled, Heather asked, “Why are you two staring at me like that?”
Kieran let out a laugh. “Heather, I never thought you’d be into that kind of guy.”
An icy glare from Heather shot right back at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Damian couldn’t help but join in. “Quit pretending! Didn’t you just bang Hugh? Poor guy. I feel bad for him. We’ve all known you for ages and never once guessed you’d go for someone like that!”
After hearing this, Heather finally realized what they were thinking. “You’ve got it all wrong! Hugh and I were only playing cards. Nothing else happened.”
Kieran gave her a sly smile. “If all you did was play cards, how did Hugh end up with lipstick all over his face and neck? Do you really think we’d believe that story?”
Heather couldn’t help bursting into laughter. “Honestly, at first, I did have my eye on Hugh, but he’s just too naive. I couldn’t go through with anything. So I came up with a simple game. If he lost at cards, he’d have to pay me. If I lost, I’d give him a kiss. He never complained, so I figured he wanted to flirt with me. I purposely lost a round and leaned in to kiss him.”
Another laugh bubbled out of Heather. “Who knew I was reading way too much into it? After the kiss, Hugh’s face turned bright red and he looked completely lost. Even with lipstick smudged all over his skin, he just sat there, doing nothing. That’s when I realized his silence wasn’t flirting—it was cluelessness. Unless I tied him down and forced myself on him, nothing was going to happen.”
Damian found this hilarious and stood with his hands on his hips. “So what happened next?”
“After that, I gave up and focused on playing for real,” Heather responded, holding out her phone. “Look, this is all the money I won off him tonight.”
The screen was packed with payment alerts, and both Kieran and Damian could only stare, completely baffled that Hugh would let himself lose so much.
Reaching into her bag, Heather pulled out a promissory note. “Check this out. A brand new IOU for a million dollars!”
Both Kieran and Damian glanced at the note and then exchanged a look, thinking that Hugh was hopeless as Heather could lead him around by the nose from now on.
Meanwhile, Elliana was in a hurry to figure out if Darin was her biological father, so she returned to the Jones family estate that very night.
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Inside the Jones residence’s living room, Kiara and Paige lounged on the sofa, snacking on fruit, while Tony Jones, the sixteen-year-old son of Kiara and Darin, sat nearby, glued to a game on his phone. Tony had been spoiled all his life and picked up all sorts of bad behaviors along the way.
The moment Elliana stepped into the room, both Paige and Kiara went stiff with fear. Paige, in particular, felt panic shoot through her as she had witnessed Elliana’s deadly prowess firsthand. Tony, however, was oblivious to Elliana’s skills.
As soon as Tony spotted Elliana, he started taunting her. “Look who’s back—the weirdo who got thrown out by the Evans family. What, you want to crawl back here now? Forget it. We don’t want you or any strays around!”
With a poker face, Elliana shot Tony a cold glare.
Kiara, terrified, rushed to clamp a hand over Tony’s mouth. She then plastered a smile on her face. “Elliana, what brings you home tonight?”
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