The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687 No Timing, No Mercy

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Lewis still hadn’t even seen Victor’s face yet and had no clue what was going on, so Silas’s expression made zero sense to him.

Everyone was acting like they’d lost their damn minds.

Silas hissed, “What do you think? Didn’t you hear that noise?”

Lewis blinked.

Noise? Uh…

Oh.

That noise coming from the room.

“What kind of noise is that?” he asked, leaning toward the door to listen.

Silas stared at him like death was already reaching out for them. He grabbed Lewis by the neck and dragged him away from Victor’s door.

Just as Lewis was yanked back, it finally hit him what that sound had actually been.

He couldn’t stop himself from hissing through his teeth.

“Man… seriously? At a time like this? He was just negotiating with Peter!”

Silas flung him aside. “Watch your damn mouth.”

Complaining that the boss had no sense of timing? Was he insane?

Well…

Silas had to admit, Victor was kind of out of control right now. He’d never seen him this undisciplined before.

But still–saying it out loud like Lewis just had?

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Lewis looked utterly innocent. “I didn’t even say anything wrong.”

Silas muttered, “Just shut up already.”

The guy was a walking exile waiting to happen.

Silas couldn’t afford to keep talking to him. If he did, he’d probably get caught in the crossfire too.

Lewis blinked. Fine. Whatever. Not like I care.

Inside the room.

Tessa was completely wrung out by Victor’s relentless assault. She’d gotten so fed up, she actually scratched him in frustration.

The scab on his arm from last time had just healed–and now there were new marks.

Not that any of it slowed him down.

Not one bit.

It wasn’t until four in the morning that he finally stopped.

Tessa felt like she’d been fished out of the ocean and left to dry. Victor leaned over, intending to carry her to the shower.

She kicked him furiously. “You jerk!”

It was a fast kick.

But Victor, whose reflexes were nothing short of freakish, easily caught her slender ankle.

He grinned, completely satisfied. “Not bad. I guess Marie did do something useful.”

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Tessa blinked. What?

Victor smirked. “At least your stamina’s improved.”

Tessa went quiet.

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The way he said stamina–dripping with innuendo–made her whole face burn.

She remembered passing out multiple times the last time they were together.

But this time… even though she’d gotten mad, she hadn’t passed out.

Still… it really, really hurt.

“You’re way too much. You’re awful!”

The word awful came out in a pouty huff–but Victor just smiled wider.

He hoisted her into his arms and headed for the bathroom. As he walked, he whispered teasingly in her ear, “Did you like it?”

His tone made it very clear what he meant.

Tessa went quiet.

Her face turned scarlet.

She never realized—this man who looked so cold and noble, like a walking marble statue, was actually a closet pervert.

Everything he said was layered with meaning.

“I’ll bathe myself. You get out,” she huffed the moment they stepped into the bathroom, pushing him away.

Victor raised an eyebrow. “Still got the strength to wash up? I must’ve held back too much.”

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Tessa froze.

Before she could react, he pulled her back–and the next round started right there in the bathroom.

This time, she really did pass out.

Morning light spilled across the rows of wooden villas along the beach. The sea shimmered, peaceful and calm.

Under the shade of a canopy, Victor looked positively refreshed.

He took a sip of water while Silas gave him a report: Peter had stormed off last night swearing to go see Abraham.

Victor didn’t even blink. “Let him.”

Silas

finally relaxed. If Victor wasn’t worried, neither was he.

Victor added, “We’re aiming for more than just what he offered.”

“Does the boss know?” Silas asked.

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