Chapter 732 Pressure on the Ashen Pact

    Forget it–better to just listen to Victor. Now was the time for chaos.

    None of them knew exactly what the others were nning, but at least she was sure of one thing: they wouldn’t harm her, and they wouldn’t harm her mother.

    As for what kind of losses the Morris family would suffer this time? That had nothing to do with her.

    By now, Madam Evelyn’s people had reached Cyren Mines. Derrick’s men had seized control of Loren Lake. And Victor’s forces weren’t to be outdone–they had already taken Caesarville.

    The next morning, Marie woke to the news feeling utterly refreshed.

    “I don’t believe it,” she dered, popping a blueberry into her mouth. “With things like this, the Asher Pact still dares not hand her over to me?”

    The blueberries in Noctarth were sweeter and more fragrant than any she had ever eaten before.

    “So now there’s nothing to worry about?” Derrick asked.

    When Marie picked up another berry, Derrick caught her hand and stuffed it into his own mouth instead.

    Marie: “…” This man!

    Her fingers were wet with his saliva. Gross. She wiped them off on his clothes with obvious disgust.

    Derrick’s face darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    “You could at least eat without slobbering on my hand, couldn’t you?”

    “…” This woman.

    His phone buzzed.

    It was Dan calling.

    Derrick nced at the screen, then looked at Marie. “What do you think he wants right now?”

    “To beg for mercy?“.

    ”

    ‘Sometimes her bluntness was beyond belief.

    Derrick answered the call right in front of her. “Mr. Morris, ready to hand her over?”

    “Derrick, damn you! It’s bad enough she’s unreasonable, but you? A grown man being this shameless? You know damn well I didn’t take Tessa! Last time you let me take the me, fine–but now you’re dumping this on me again?”

    Dan’s voice roared through the line, practically shaking with fury.

    It wasn’t just Loren Lake Derrick had struck at–he’d also moved against Dovemont.

    Dovemont!

    That was what Dan had just stolen from Dale, not even warmed in his grasp, and now it was gone. He woke

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    to the news this morning and nearly exploded.

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    Unmoved, Derrick said evenly, “I knowst time wasn’t you. But this time with Tessa- honestly don’t know.”

    Because he really didn’t. Dan hadn’t slept with Marie back then, but whether or not he had Tessa now? How could Derrick be sure?

    “You think I’m lying? I’ve told you over and over–I didn’t take her!” Dan’s outrage bled through every word. But with Marie and Derrick, he might as well have been shouting at the wind.

    Derrick’s tone was calm, almost identical to Maric’s. “If it wasn’t you, it was the Ashen Pact. You and the Ashen Pact are one. Holding you ountable means forcing the Pact to hand her over. Instead of wasting breath with me, just give her up.”

    And with that, he hung up before Dan could spit another word.

    Marie snorted. “So what, just because he says it’s not him, we’re supposed to believe it? As if those animals aren’t capable of anything. They think they can trick me with words? Dream on.”

    Derrick picked up a blueberry and slipped it between her lips.

    She chewed furiously, still fuming. “So what’s his n now? Just not give her up?”

    “He’ll give her up,” Derrick said softly, trying to soothe her.

    Marie huffed, tossing another berry into her mouth. “And he had the nerve toin about getting beatenst time? I regret not killing him outright then. Would’ve saved me the trouble of him taking Tessa.”

    Thinking back on it, Derrick couldn’t help rubbing his temple.

    Marie caught the gesture and cut him off sharply. “Enough, I don’t want to hear it. Fine, I’ll just pretend it was you who slept with me. Happy?”

    Her words were sharp, more to shut him up than anything else. She couldn’t understand why he insisted on carrying Dan’s me.

    But Derrick, hearing her say “pretend it was you,” was left utterly speechless.

    Meanwhile in Falvaria.

    After a night’s rest, Ste looked visibly better, much to Madam Evelyn’s relief.

    Especially seeing Ste up so early–it set her mind at ease.

    If she was up at this hour, that meant Abraham hadn’t coaxed herst night in ithat /iway.

    That was no joke–Ste was pregnant now. Such things were out of the question.

    After breakfast, the butler approached. “Madam.”

    “What is it?”

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    “Miss Melissa has been brought here. And Miss Kelly as well.”

    Ste: “…”

    Madam Evelyn turned to her, smiling warmly. “Ste, have you eaten enough?”

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