The next day.
Stella informed Julius that she was making a trip to the Hawthorne estate.
Julius didn't object, but he insisted a bodyguard accompany her.
Since Frederick had auctioned off her mother's necklace the day before, he figured she was going back to unleash hell on him.
Letting her vent her anger was perfectly fine, as long as someone was there to watch her back. He didn't want her getting hurt.
Stella didn't care either way; having someone tag along wouldn't affect her plans.
She couldn't wait for the 'future' Julius had mentioned. The absolute disrespect of Frederick auctioning off her mother's necklace was something she couldn't just swallow.
If she didn't make him suffer today, she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
Once the bodyguard dropped her off at the Hawthorne residence, she told him to wait outside the gate.
The locks she had sawed through last time had been replaced, so she simply vaulted right over the gate.
For her, scaling that height was child's play.
When she casually strolled into the living room, Frederick, Miranda, and Chloe were all there. The trio stared at her in utter shock.
Chloe raised her voice, "How did you get in here? The butler didn't even announce you."
Stella scoffed. "Do I need an announcement to walk into my own house?"
"Don't tell me the Blackwoods figured out you're a fake and kicked you to the curb, so you had nowhere else to crawl back to?"
The Blackwoods had already demanded the wedding fund back, so Chloe naturally assumed Stella had been thrown out.

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