Novel & Cerita Claire Harvey Hundred

Audrey glanced at her wristwatch for the umpteenth time before checking her phone, she was getting impatient since Clara was running almost twenty minutes late. She tapped her leg continuously and sipped her hot cocoa trying to calm her nerves down. Five minutes later, s blonde haired girl walked up to her beaming with smiles "Sorry I'm late, I went to the Karens downtown, I didn't know you meant this particular one," Clara said offering herself a seat. "Downtown, do you seriously think I'm too poor to afford the upgraded Karen besides I remember texting you the exact address of the restaurant, if you can't follow a common restaurant address, how sure I'm I that you are doing what I asked yo

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.

At the center stood several well-known painters from Silverton. "Unbelievable. Everything was already arranged. Why do I even need to come out here myself?" Still irritated, Clara walked over. People were already discussing the paintings. "That's it. That's exactly the feeling. It's like I'm seeing the past again." "The composition, the structure. This has to be his work. I never thought the Chamberlains had enough influence to exhibit one of his paintings." "I want this painting!" The speaker was none other than Harvey. Clara felt dizzy. 'So Amara asked Harvey to act as a plant. No wonder she was so attentive to him earlier. If that was the arrangement all along, why did no one tell her soo

But more than that, they cried for the childhoods they never had, for the pain they carried for too long, and for the pieces of their hearts that had never truly healed. Harold’s funeral service took place a week after his passing. It was a quiet event held at the family’s ancestral chapel. Claire was not invited or allowed to come. Had this been a normal time, Claire would have made a grand scene. She would have argued for her place at the center, demanding the spotlight, even at a funeral. But the situation had changed drastically. Her own daughter had been arrested, facing serious charges of sexual harassment and a string of disturbing allegations that surfaced seemingly overnight. Claire

But I remembered her eyes. Sharp. Observant. Underestimated. She walked into my office the same way she used to enter those events — composed, controlled, invisible by design. Jason sat across from my desk, watching carefully. Pamela closed the door. “You’re not here for an assistant position,” I said calmly. Clara’s lips curved faintly. “No.” “You were never his assistant.” “No.” Silence stretched between us. “I built Harlow Infrastructure,” she said. Jason’s posture shifted. That was the company Adrian lost two years ago.

Hunter smirked as he breathed across from her face. Tbc... To those thinking how come Claire's a CE at such a young age. Come on, when a 5 yr old can hack into his billionaire father's company systems and make him almost go bankrupt, then my FL is still more mature than that 🤣

But before either of us can say a word, a deep, commanding voice cuts through the applause. “Rex Patterson.” The crowd parts slightly, and a man strides toward us. His presence demands attention, his tailored suit exuding wealth and power. My stomach churns. I know this face, but I can’t place it. Rex’s hand tightens on my waist, his fingers curling into a fist. “Harold,” he says, his tone guarded. The name clicks in my mind. Harold Shaw. Claire’s father. The CEO of Shaw Dynasty. Patterson Empire’s biggest competitor.