Chapter 110

“I’m on my way to Cloudridge Valley. You’d better tell your man to get lost,” Chris said.

Stephanie smirked. “You still have the nerve to go to Cloudridge Valley? Is your hand even healed yet?” The air on the other end of the call instantly grew tense.

Chris glanced down at his cast-wrapped arm. His grip on the phone tightened as he gritted his teeth. “You—”

Stephanie laughed. “Are you fighting for Olivia’s honor? You’re only setting yourself up for disappointment. Be careful; you don’t want to cross the wrong man.”

“Stephanie!” Chris snapped, his voice furious. The line went dead.

The beeping tone fueled his rage. He threw his phone against the dashboard with a growl. He’d never been so humiliated. No one in Long Harbor dared provoke him like this.

“If you don’t find out who that man is by tonight, don’t bother showing up tomorrow,” Chris barked.

Kevin, driving, nearly jumped. Cold sweat broke out on his back. He still hadn’t found any information on the man. But Chris desperately needed answers. This mysterious figure had appeared in Long Harbor seemingly out of nowhere. Who is this guy? And why is Stephanie involved? The thought sent Chris’s fury soaring.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep, aggressive drag. “I don’t care what it takes. Bring in Zane if you have to.”

Kevin’s hands tightened on the wheel. He hadn’t expected Chris to involve Zane. This meant he had to find the man’s identity immediately.

“Understood,” Kevin replied, nodding firmly.

Just as Stephanie hung up on Chris, her phone rang—Tyler. She answered. It’s time I put them back in their place, she thought.

Tyler, like Chris, lacked patience for pleasantries. “Who bailed you out?”

Stephanie’s voice was smug and taunting. “Does it matter? At least it wasn’t you, dear brother.”

Her mocking words mirrored those to Chris. Tyler, like Chris, found her tone unbearable. His chest tightened.

Fighting to keep his temper in check, Tyler said, “Stephanie, you’re part of the Hart family. Who gave you permission to disgrace us like this?”

“What exactly did I do?” Stephanie asked, her tone lazy and indifferent.

“Who is that man? The one you’re with?” Tyler demanded.

“He’s the man I like. The man I love,” Stephanie said, her voice unwavering.

As she spoke, Sebastian entered, hearing her words. His hand, gripping the doorknob, stiffened. Stephanie was caught off guard. Her heart stuttered, her chest tightening. Their eyes met. His deep, unreadable gaze pierced hers. Heat rushed to her face, her cheeks flushing. Subconsciously, her eyes flickered away in guilt.

Tyler’s fury erupted. “The man you love? You just broke off your engagement with Chris! Do you have no shame, Stephanie?” He couldn’t believe she’d claimed to love another man so soon.

Sebastian, seeing the call, quietly left, closing the door. Stephanie’s hesitation vanished. Her fighting spirit returned.

“Shame?” she scoffed. “You got a woman pregnant, refused to marry her, and still kept things murky with Lilian. You of all people are lecturing me about shame?”