Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 670

Connor looked genuinely surprised. He hadn’t expected Lydia to take the initiative, and his heart raced as he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. When Lydia finally climbed out of the car, her lips were a little swollen, soft and pink like rose petals. She thought maybe she shouldn’t be the one to kiss Connor first anymore. It was just too easy for him to lose control.

Sandy watched Lydia return, her hair a bit messy, cheeks flushed, lips still swollen. Sandy rolled her eyes and scoffed to herself. Shameless!

She slipped her phone into her pocket. The video she had just recorded would be more than enough. All it would take was one post on the school forum and rumors about Lydia being some rich guy’s mistress would explode overnight.

Connor’s car pulled away, and Lydia disappeared inside the dorm. Only then did Sandy step out from her hiding place. She was about to head in when a low, gravelly voice sounded behind her.

“Well, well... my sweet daughter. You made me work hard to find you.”

Sandy froze, eyes wide and every muscle tensed. She didn’t even look back. She just ran. But before she could get far, a hand grabbed her arm. The next thing she knew, she was tossed onto the grass.

At least it was midday, the sun beating down and most students gone after lunch. Or someone would have definitely seen her.

“I spent two months staying behind the bars for you. Now you see me and try to run? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sandy curled up, arms over her head. But then she remembered where she was. This was school. She wasn’t Frank’s daughter anymore, not by law. What was there to be scared of? She lifted her head and stared straight at him.

Frank was thin and rough-looking, his face covered in stubble. He had a gambling problem and owed all kinds of people all kinds of money. He couldn’t pay, so the loan sharks had already cut off one of his fingers. A jagged scar ran from his eye down to his chin, making him look even more dangerous. He had a cigarette dangling from his lips and, through the smoke, his glare looked even colder.

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