Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress

the massive wrought-iron gates of the Conner Estate. It

ns and an oversized black hoodie. She grabbed a worn-out canvas

e sprawling mansion

lothes, his nose wrinkling in disgust. He didn't offer t

and stepped past h

way with his body. "Miss, the main entrance is for the

ain driveway, her boots crunching loudly on the pristine gravel. Behind her, the butler grabbed the radio clipped to his belt and frantically a

mahogany front doors and s

er blonde hair was swept into an elegant updo, a string of pearls sitting against her co

er the cheap canvas bag. "Couldn't you have bought

pped the heavy duffel bag onto the Persi

terling?" s

same pale blonde hair as his mother, his designer shirt unbuttoned at the collar

ed her head and loc

Cade like a physical blow. His breath caught in his throat. His hands went numb, and

Conner walked down, his face flushed with irritation

le the second you w

ked up a manila folder, and tossed it onto th

his tone dripping with condescension. "With your pathetic grades, it's the only place that w

e pity. "We pulled a lot of strings to ge

m. A slow, dark smirk cur

the edge of the thick paper bet

nt motion, she ripped

paper echoed loudly

ple. He slammed his hand o

s, raining down onto the glass table like trash. Sh

d, her voice cutting through the air like

stwood? The most elite prep school in the coun

ng the boy. "Section four, paragra

blood instantly dr

ing the family's social standing," Allison recited perfectly, her voice

sements-was the only thing keeping the Conner corporation from bankruptcy. The compan

s knuckles turned white. He glared at his da

d, his voice trembling with rage, "you are too stup

duffel bag. She looked at him like h

e," she

for the dusty, forgotten bedroom at the end of the h