Chapter summary: Chapter 672 from the book The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In by Free Collection
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Chapter 672 Burned Skin and Sharp Instincts
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Sophia instantly understood what Tessa was thinking the moment she opened her mouth.
“Don’t underestimate running. It could save your life when it matters most.”
Being fast could be the difference between life and death.
Tessa went quiet.
Fine. Whatever.
She knew that as long as Marie was the one giving orders, there was no use resisting. If she didn’t finish, she might not even get fed. It was just… a miserable life,
The following week.
Compared to her time on Spada Island, Tessa’s training now was on a whole different level— several times harder.
Once her physical condition improved, Marie added even more training sessions.
She ran five laps around the island twice a day with weights strapped to her legs. Climbed that crescent–shaped mountain twice a day.
And in between? Cybernetics, marksmanship, knife combat…
Everything she’d never touched before–she was thrown right into.
Her shooting had improved. A lot.
She could hit an apple within three shots.
Still, Marie wasn’t satisfied.
Half a month passed in a flash.
Tessa had been with Marie for fifteen days, and the change in her–from inside out–was huge.
Especially her skin. Once pale and soft, it was now roasted and dark.
She was fully locked into training mode now. No distractions. No complaints.
Meanwhile, the outside world had turned upside down.
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Especially Dan. The second he found out Silas had gone to Ashen Pact–directly to Diana’s side–his whole body radiated gloom.
“Victor’s making it clear,” he muttered darkly. “He’s against me.”
Conan replied, “Mr. Victor must’ve already found out that one of the teams on Spada Island
was ours.”
That alone would’ve been bad enough.
But worse–nothing they planned actually worked.
For the past few days, Dan had been brooding, his presence cold and sharp.
He lifted his glass and took a sip. “What’s the situation with the long mother?”
With Silas at Diana’s side, Dale was under even more pressure.
Conan said, “She and the old man are tearing each other apart right now. They can’t spare any focus on us.”
Dan rubbed his temples.
Yeah. For now.
But Silas being with Diana meant he’d definitely learn about Dan’s men showing up on Spada Island.
Bottom line? Dan had moved too late. He hadn’t known Silas was even there–let alone that they’d almost collided.
He set down his glass.
Dan raised his eyes, and the look in them was cold and dangerous.
“Let’s go back to Ashen Pact.”
“Right now?” Conan frowned.
He didn’t think this was the best time, Diana and Dale were at each other’s throats. The entire place was chaos.
Dan gave a cold chuckle, “Exactly. Now’s perfect.”
Chaos? With Victor stepping in, Ashen Pact was already a mess–and that was just how Dan liked it.
Conan saw his mind was made up and didn’t argue.
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“I’ll start arranging it. What about Ms. Ella?”
Ella.
She’d been causing all kinds of problems ever since she started sticking to Dan.
Dan’s eyes flashed with a trace of irritation. “Bring her.”
“Yes, sir.”
She had to come. The Mint family was still useful to Dan.
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But just thinking about Marie gave him a headache. Especially when he remembered her marriage to Derrick.
Back on the island…
Tessa was training like usual. She ran faster, shot straighter.
But her skin… oh, her poor skin.
After her shower, Tessa caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and let out a gasp.
She touched her now–deeply–tanned face and thought, How many skincare products would it take to fix this?
Would she ever be fair again?
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