Beast Love Show: All For Her (by Sylvester Raven) novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252 Stella’s Entitled Attitude

[I can’t stand her. Why does she refuse to lift a single finger?]

[Layla’s over here doing all the hard work herself, while Stella just orders everyone around. No wonder the s the spoiled Grant family heiress.]

[Mr. Fields has the patience of a saint. I’d have walked out on her ages ago.]

[Even Prince Oliver’s given up on catering to her. When will she realize she’s in the wrong?]

The flood of mocking live comments only fueled Stella’s growing irritation.

Her eyes drifted subtly toward Layla’s group in the distance.

Layla was directing King Kong to drag lumber up the treetop with effortless tugs.

The planks looked small and lightweight, not meant for building a full shelter.

A crafty idea sparked in Stella’s mind. Turning to the two males assigned to accompany her by Ciara, she proposed casually, “Let’s head over there and pick up a few tips from their setup.”

Bound to follow Stella’s every order, the two males nodded instantly and fell into step beside her.

Watching Stella walk away, Oliver turned to Carson with a quiet question. “Are you really planning to stick by her side much longer?”

Carson said nothing, silently sharpening a wooden stick with a small blade.

His silence spoke volumes, and Oliver could read his hesitation clearly.

A faint smile tugged at Oliver’s lips.

Days of traveling together had made it obvious: Carson’s heart had begun to lean toward Layla.

Only his stubborn sense of duty kept him from abandoning the cruel, self-centered Stella entirely.

Since Layla had asked him to stay nearby, Oliver was more than happy to stir up trouble and shake things up further.

Layla, meanwhile, was busy working alongside Daisy and her own companions.

The charred inner walls of the giant tree hollow formed a natural filter layer, perfectly suited for their needs.

Layla led Shane into the hollow trunk, tasking him with crafting simple furniture inside in peace.

Liam and George were sent to forage for soft, fluffy foliage to use as bedding and covers.

Left alone with Daisy, she set about smoothing out the uneven edges of the massive tree hollow’s interior.

A soft warning murmur from Daisy pulled her focus away from her work. “Layla, isn’t that Stella heading this way? What’s she after?”

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Chapter 252 Stella’s Entitled Attitude

Having watched the live streams before, Daisy knew full well the bad blood between Stella and Layla instantly growing wary.

Layla glanced lazily in Stella’s direction, her gaze sharpening slightly at the sight of the two unfamiliar males trailing behind her-with no sign of Carson.

In the past, Carson had always stayed close to Stella to protect her, no matter what she did.

A clear rift had formed between them at last.

Yet the development came as no surprise to Layla.

Shrugging indifferently, she told Daisy, “Pay her no mind. She never shows up with good intentions.”

The rustle of flapping wings cut through the air right after her words.

A graceful swan descended elegantly before them, shifting instantly into human form.

Envy flared bright in Stella’s eyes at the sight of the spacious, perfect tree hollow Layla’s group had claimed for their camp.

Still, she plastered on a gentle, innocent smile. “Do you need any extra help with your setup?”

Layla saw straight through her fake kindness, her tone sharp and unyielding. “You know perfectly well whether you’re here to help or stir up trouble.”

The audiences was absolutely losing it over this scene.

[Why does Stella keep forcing her way into Layla’s space just to get shut down?]

[Is she into being humiliated? She acts like she loves getting snapped at by Layla. Total masochist vibe.]

[Look at her shifty eyes-she’s definitely plotting to take this tree hollow for herself. I’ve never liked her more by the second.]

[Y’all are just jealous of how easy she has it, with everyone waiting on her hand and foot.]

[Ugh, I low-key ‘envy’ girls who can rely entirely on men to do everything for them. Why can’t I be that ‘lucky’?]

Stella’s smile turned strained and forced, putting on a teary, wronged expression.

“Why would you think that? We’re supposed to be families, after all.”

Layla held up a hand to cut her off abruptly. “Save it. We’re nothing of the sort.”

Twisting the small carving knife in her grip, she pressed the tip lightly right in front of Stella’s nose.

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