Who is he?

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"He looks like he is on a hunting mission," Jemma muttered as she skillfully snatched a drink when a waiter brought a tray filled with drinks to the other guest.

"Hunting?" Clover chuckled, "Does my house look like a hunting field? There won't be a dime to be found in any corner,” Clover said, looking at the mysterious men, then shifting her gaze she glanced over her shoulder to the stage and added.

"Do you think this is just about love? Please!" Clover said with a mocking chuckle, "My family is clinging to Hudson like leeches-riding his coattails, soaking up every ounce of luxury until they find their next shiny opportunity to latch onto."

"Seems like they have no idea about you," Jemma chortled, sipping the drink in her hand, "I swear, they will probably orgasm on the spot once they find out what you are actually worth.

"Nah, they won't even think of buttering me up,” Clover had a thoughtful expression.

“Do you know why I was called to this house today, not any other day," Clover said, smiling at Jemma, who raised her brows, adding, "They want you to participate in whatever is going on in your house."

"Bingo!" Clover chuckled, "The man on the stage marrying my sweet sister is none other than my ex-husband."

The drink spilt right away through Jemma's lips as she wiped it off with the back of her hand, blurting, "Fuck off!" Her brows drawn in surprise, "You got to be kidding me!"

"World is fucking mess," Clover addressed. "You cannot imagine what I have gone through to become what I am now! Thanks to everyone in my family," Clove said to Jemma, looking into the space with distracted eyes.

"Did I just make you sad?" Jemma teased.

"You wish!" Clover spat.

" Oh-oh!" Jemma reacted, which made Clover turn her head behind, but before she could do that, Jemma said, "Don't turn around!"

"Why?"

"Well, your ex-husband may have things to say to you because he is coming to us," Jemma said through her pressed lips before looking somewhere else.

"Are you sure?" Clover wanted to confirm. She had expected it, but it was sooner than she imagined.

"My eyesight is quite fine, boss!" Jemma replied coolly, her voice laced with that kind of sarcasm that cut clean.

"Hmm..." Katherine hummed and ended the rest of the drink in her hand, then placed it on a large table at her arm's length, turned around, and walked past Jemma toward the unfamiliar man sitting on the couch.

Jemma frowned as she silently followed her boss, "Can't she inform me beforehand about her action. I like drama with my champagne!" Jemma muttered as her lips curled on the side.

The next moment, Jemma felt the man of the party come to a halt next to her. Hence, she kept her eyes on Clover and thought- 'What the hell should I say to him? Fuck! Playing a drama is much harder than killing. I should have stayed back home with my gun. Ah-My hand is itching!'

On the contrary, Clover approached the man with a straight face. It was the same mysterious man she had been discussing earlier with Jemma.

The man had on a black suit, brown light wavy hair neatly brushed back, not a strand out of place. His green eyes were the only freshness; otherwise, the chilling aura he emitted felt like a freezing winter air sipped into the bone.

"I know you don't know me, and I don't know you either," Clover said, casually sitting next to him, while the man did not respond, nor did he swat Clover away. His eyes were glued on Clover, as if her presence made him curious, and he was looking forward to knowing more.

Seeing the man was unbothered, Clover smiled inwardly since it was not every day she got to meet such a reserved man.

Letting herself relax, she added, "I am offering you 1 million, and in return, I am going to kiss you." Clover stared straight at his face, but not a single expression could be seen, leaving her quite puzzled.

A woman was taking the initiative to kiss, and she was willing to pay such an amount; a normal person should have swallowed once.

"It's urgent, just answer me yes or no," Clover wanted to accomplish her plan, also hoping the person would not reject her on her face.

"How long do I have to do it?" The man at least opened his mouth, but such a deep voice left Clover stunned. She didn’t expect it to be soft, but at the same time, the depth and heaviness in his voice were far more than she had imagined.

"Let’s kiss!" Clover said, and arched forward, wrapping both her hands around that man's neck. She waited for a few seconds, giving the man the time to consider, but when she felt that the man had his own will in this, she pressed her lips to his in a kiss.

"Ah-huh, not bad!" Clover thought in her head, "I know Kayden is watching. He thought I was the same pitiful woman who was going to cry seeing him getting engaged to my sister. I know he must have dreamt that I would beg him to get back.”.

Clover was quite impressed with her plan. Hence, she did not feel she was breathless until she heard a whisper, "Breath, or you are going to faint."

Clover gasped, as she felt like a string had been pulled that was latched to her heart, and she came out of her trance. She slowly parted away, blinking at the man's face.

"I was... was out of breath!" Said Clover with a fuzzy brain. Even though it was a couple of seconds, she yearned more.

"Do you want to try again?" He asked with a straight face, but it made Clover flustered, and she shook her head, moved her eyes somewhere else, and stammered to speak, "I... I am fine. Please, meet me outside, the cheque will be given to you," and her gaze returned to the man.

She was waiting for his answer when suddenly Clover heard her stepmother, who screamed out in terror, "Clover, what did you do?"

Clover sharply looked back and found not only her stepmother but nearly every face in the room frozen in horror, their eyes locked on her.

"Have you drowned all your shame already?"

Clover narrowed her eyes and said, "I don't see anything wrong."

At the time, Cindy rushed to her mother's side and said to Clover, "Sis, do you know who he is?"