Chapter 521 You Tore His Shirt!
If Derrick thought marrying Marie would cover something up, then he seriously miscalculated.
With someone like Marie, he’d be lucky not to get completely wrecked.
A cover marriage? No. More like marrying a ticking time bomb.
+8 Pearls
At the Dawson family estate.
Stella had just hung up with Abraham when a call from Tessa came in.
On the line, Tessa told Stella she’d done exactly what she was told–she hadn’t done anything.
Stella responded, “Good. That’s exactly what you need to do.”
As far as Stella was concerned, all the trouble Tessa had stirred up around Victor before was because she was too proactive.
Back in Rivermount, Tessa would’ve thought of these tricks on her own without Stella saying a word.
But around Victor… she was probably just too terrified to function properly.
However, one thing they’d overlooked–she and Victor were living under the same roof…
Just moments ago, Tessa had insisted she hadn’t done a thing.
And then-
“I tore Victor’s shirt.”
The voice on the other end sounded like someone whose will to live had just died.
Wait, what?
Tessa’s sudden confession had Stella pausing in stunned silence for several seconds, her brain stalling.
Words kept looping in her head, belt buckle… towel… pants… shirt…
“You’ve basically stripped Victor down to nothing at this point.”
Forget Tessa being mortified–Stella was embarrassed just listening.
Tessa whimpered, “Don’t say it out loud. I completely blacked out. It was like back in Shallow Bay all over again. Anyone watching would think I’m just dying to get into his pants. I can’t explain this even if I had ten mouths–ugh…”
The more she spoke, the more hysterical she sounded, and in the end, she just broke down crying.
Stella said, “You’re calling that ‘nothing happened?? Girl, you did everything.”
And she wasn’t wrong.
Even Stella had to ask, “Be honest with me. Do you like Victor? Are you doing this on purpose?”
That pushed Tessa over the edge.
“I swear to God, I’m not doing it on purpose!”
As if.
Still, Stella tried again. “Didn’t I say not to do anything? Just stay still, do nothing, be a couch potato!”
At this point, Stella was starting to question if Tessa had always been this accident–prone. Back in Rivermount, she’d never been this chaotic. But now? This level of chaos was next level.
Tessa whined, “I really didn’t do anything!”
“No, I didn’t strip him. I tore it.”
As far as she was concerned, there was no meaningful difference between the two.
Impossible to reason with.
Stella sighed. “Then don’t go near him. If you don’t like him, avoid him. But if you do like him-
Tessa sniffled, “It’s not like I wanted to see him.”
Stella massaged her forehead. Headache central.
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