Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1911

Moreover, Kristen was at the mercy of Declan's orders and had no choice but to comply.

Everyone in Declan's group knew Kristen had returned.

They also knew she had developed feelings for Nathaniel, their target, and they looked at her differently.

They have become accustomed to an emotionless existence, their loyalty solely to Declan.

Traitors like Kristen were scorned.

As she passed by, people whispered behind her back.

Kristen kept her distance, indifferent to their opinions.

She had no interest in squabbling with them as she found it meaningless.

Due to the scorching weather, Kristen's wounds needed constant care to avoid infection, requiring frequent changes of bandages.

As she went to fetch water to clean her bandages, a group of women exchanged glances.

They smoked and chatted, eyeing Kristen with disdain.

One mocked, "Just because she went out and hooked up with some rich guy, she thinks she's something special. If I were ten years younger, I'd be just as seductive. There are plenty of men out there."

Another woman scoffed. "Please, your man is nothing compared to who she snagged. Don't kid yourself."

"You…"

Aliya Hill, the woman standing in the middle of the group, suddenly snapped, "What are you all talking about?"

She crushed her cigarette underfoot and said, "Let's go. If she's back, we should greet her."

Aliya headed straight for Kristen, who was busy fetching water.

The others hurried to follow, eager to teach Kristen a lesson.

On the surface, Kristen was Declan's foster daughter.

However, everyone in their tight-knit community knew the truth.

Kristen's glare intensified as she stared at Aliya.

Aliya, feeling triumphant, wore her smugness openly.

To everyone's surprise, Kristen's displeasure was fleeting.

She quickly smiled, tossing aside the rotten vegetables from her hair.

Unlike her usual naive demeanor in front of Nathaniel, her expression held a darker edge.

"Do you think Mr. Blackwell will let you get away with this?"

Aliya scoffed. "Who do you think you are? Do you think Mr. Blackwell will stand up for you?"

Kristen met her gaze, unfazed. "I am still of some value to Mr. Blackwell. What about you? Besides your bedroom skills, what else do you offer? Selling yourself?"

Her words struck a chord, pulling Aliya back to reality.