The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

    Chapter 656 Twenty–Seven Days of Hell

    “Pick her up in twenty–seven days, Derrick said.

    Victor’s voice tightened. “Twenty–seven days?”

    “Mm.”

    Victor went silent.

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    bover /bat Ss.

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    Ss and Lewis both looked exhausted–clearly none of them had rested in days, still scouring the world for Tessa.

    Victor recalled what Abraham had said earlier. Watch Derrick closely.

    He really had seen it alling.

    Victor had assumed Derrick and Marie’s marriage was nothing but a joke. But now? They were clearly the real deal.

    Just as Victor opened his mouth to ask more, Derrick hung up.

    Victor’s eyes darkened.

    Twenty–seven days?

    Like bhow /bMarie trained Ste back then?

    But Tessa wasn’t Ste. Even if neither of them had prior training, Ste had grown up at Abraham’s side–she’d been exposed to all that from a young age. Even if she hadn’t participated, Abraham had taken her along to training bases for fun.

    Tessa, though? She’d never even seen that kind of world. What if she literally got scared to death?

    Thinking about how skittish she’d been recently, Victor felt a dull pulse pounding at his. temples.

    Ss asked, “Mr. Derrick knows where she is?”

    “Mm,” Victor replied irritably.

    Lewis said, “Then what are we waiting for? Can’t we just go to Mr. Derrick and ask for her back?”

    Ss looked at Lewis blike /bhe’d grown an extra head.

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    Ask Derrick for Tessa? And expect him to hand her over? What a brainless thing to say.

    Victor lit a cigarette, eyes sharp and focused. “Have someone follow Derrick.”

    There was no way they’d get her back just by basking/b.

    Ss nodded. “Understood.”

    Lewis was baffled.

    If they already knew Derrick knew where she bwas/b, why bother tailing him?

    Even if they had to fight, shouldn’t they at least try to extract some information?

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    Meanwhile, on an ind thousands of miles away from Falvaria-

    Marie lounged on a beach chair, wearing oversized sunsses and a wide–brimmed sunhat, sipping a ss of lemon water.

    Not far off. Tessa stumbled toward her, lugging a fishing over one shoulder and a bucket in the other hand.

    Marie’s lips curled into a teasing smile.

    Tessa was panting like a dog.

    When bshe /breached Marie, she flung the heavy fishing onto the sand with a thud right next. bto /bMarie’s chair.

    The bucket hit the ground with a stomp.

    She red at Marie, eyes full of unfiltered rage.

    Adorably fierce–like an angry kitten.

    Maric nced at the bucket stuffed with fish and giggled, handing over her lemon water. “See? You’re getting stronger already.”

    Tessa’s fury instantly deted at those words.

    As Marie stood, Tessa copsed dramatically into the sand, wrapping both arms around Marie’s long legs.

    “;et bme /bgo, please! I’m begging you! I can’t eat one more fish, I’m gonna puke!”

    Tessa burst into tears.

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    God, she was exhausted. So, so exhausted. Marie’s training was inhuman.

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    For the past three days, she’d done nothing but run–dragged out of bed at 5 AM to circle the

    ind.

    Tenps around the ind every morning–five full hours of running. Tessa felt like her brain bhad /bbeen rattled loose.

    At this point, she knew exactly how many palm trees lined the beach and which ones had how many coconuts.

    Morning runs. Afternoon runs, Evening runs.

    She was going to die.

    And if the running wasn’t enough, every single meal was fish.

    There seemed to be nothing else on the ind to cat.

    Tessa was so sick of fish she could barely look at it without gagging.

    Marie, in a red bohemian maxi dress, looked effortlessly elegant and tall.

    Next to her, Tessa was a sweaty, sunburned, disheveled wreck.

    When Tessa started crying again, Marie frowned in disgust. “Don’t wipe your snot on my

    dress.

    “Jo–Jie! I can shoot now, I swear! I’ve got great aim! You want Dan dead, right? I’ll kill that bbastard /bfor you! Just please stop torturing me!”

    Marie mused, “Just kill him straight–up? Isn’t that a bit too easy?”

    “No! It’s perfect! That bastard deserves to die a fast death!”

    Tessa nodded frantically.

    Her eyes welled up with fresh tears. “Don’t worry, I won’t hesitate. He’s not my brother. I idon’t /ihave a brother like that!”

    Just hearing Dan’s name made her want to vomit.

    Tessa sniffled. “I don’t even know that jerk. Not one bit.”

    Seeing bMarie /bstill unmoved, she kept pleading.

    The moment she found out Dan was her so–called brother, she’d started panicking nonstop- afraid Marie would take it out on her.

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    She’d beenpletely wrecked.

    Now, in Tessa’s mind, every single ounce of this suffering was Dan’s fault.

    Marie, hearing her call Dan “brother,” couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.

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