Novel & Cerita Claire Holt Young

"Ella is my daughter. Whatever Claire put in your head it was all lies. Since you know the Young family then you must know what truly happened back then." [Of course, I know. After all, I am the one who helped you and Claire bring down the Young family. How else could Claire purchase a deadly poison in the black market when she is only a little secretary at that time? How could the Young family who has a deep history crumble down in instant with Claire's little tricks?]

Everything was small, coded, private. I clicked through anyway. A society column named The Lattice had a short post about Holt’s philanthropy donations here, investments there but not the party. Someone in the comments speculated it might be a black-and-gold gala at his penthouse. Someone else said it would be by invitation only, “if you’re not on the list, don’t even try.” The words felt like a slap and a dare at once. Then I tried event planners for Adrian Holt, and there it was—Allegra Events. A top-tier planning company that handled only private clients. I clicked through their site, scanned every line, and found the name I was looking for: Clara Monroe — Senior Coordinator.

Interesting. Mama Holt had a soft spot for Elara, but she wasn’t exactly a peer. The point was, we were all new to Elara’s life. Claire was the only piece of her past that might be worth keeping. Maybe. A very slim maybe, but at least it was there.

A whiteboard stood in the corner, covered in scribbles — timelines, names, a photo of Daniel Harper circled in red. And standing beside it? The mechanic. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. But not alone. Across from him, hands in the pockets of a long coat, stood Claire. Not the Claire from the dorm. Not the quiet roommate (though some may think she is actually quiet) This was Claire Whitmore — Creative Director at The Grove Collective, Daniel’s office. The woman who had once smiled at Sophia with quiet disdain. Who had lingered too long in Daniel’s doorway. Who had once said, “He deserves someone who understands his world.”

But all my efforts seemed to be going down the drain now with all the constant squabbles between us. "Hey!" I jolted out of my reverie when Claire snapped her fingers in my face. "Sorry. I zoned out." I said a little curtly. "I noticed." She gave me a cheeky grin. I joined her in the back of the vehicle whilst the driver and bodyguard stayed in front. Claire and I got talking and in no time I had learnt quite a lot about her. She was an only child, twenty five years old, single and new at Kingston Corp though she had been in LA since she finished from college. She was a makeshift artist when she wasn't doing tech and I found that quite impressive. I eventually promised to see some of her wor

Claire scolded her friend, who just shrugged. “Yes, Melody. Because she’s our friend. We met her in Paris, and we’re business partners. The truth is, Venice isn’t my real name. I’m Claire Sanchez, the owner of CS Boutique worldwide, and also the mother of Zayne Gray and his twin sister, Zoey Gray—whom Zekiel doesn’t know about.” Louise was left speechless by Claire’s revelation. Quinn, for some reason, was visibly annoyed with him, while Bea and Dylan were worried because too many people now knew Claire’s secret. Timothy, on the other hand, was just quietly observing the situation.

Claire was the only prisoner here. We reached her cell, and I came to a stop. I unconsciously squeezed Holly’s hand. Claire sat on the simple cot in the corner, clad in a red prisoner jumpsuit. She looked far different than the woman I once knew. Gone were the long auburn curls I remembered. Her hair was shorter, styled in a sleek blonde bob barely reaching her shoulders. Her striking blue eyes, still sharp as ever, held an edge of defiance, but something else was beneath it. Calculation. A mask she had perfected.

Laura was tapped on the shoulder by someone who said, "Laura, it looks like you're going to be popular, your assistant is Claire." "Who's Claire? Who is she?" Laura asked confused. "You don't even know Claire? She is Mr. Bradford's ex-wife who was supposed to have died 5 years ago. But they probably made a mistake and thought your assistant was her." Laura replied with a half-hearted laugh, "That's right, they're probably wrong, it's ridiculous. At that moment, Jason and Paul entered the surveillance room and checked to see where this woman named Chloe was. He remained very confident that it was Claire.

Claire sat quietly, her fingers moving nimbly as she worked on some intricate embroidery. As I entered the room, Claire noticed me. "You're awake," she said with a friendly smile. I nodded and smiled back. Claire rose from her seat and approached me, her black hair shining in the soft light. Her ageless face, with high cheekbones and a gentle jawline, radiated warmth. Her eyes twinkled with friendliness, and her smile was genuinely pretty. Despite likely being in her fifties or sixties, she appeared younger. "Let me show you around before breakfast," she said, her voice warm and inviting, as she gestured for me to follow her.

she shouted at Zen. I was looking at them. I didn’t remember seeing her in the pack before. I looked at the oracle confusedly. In between treating my wound, she said, "This is Claire, the daughter of our late war general. She is an alpha female." Zen and Claire were arguing. Zen took her out of the room to calm her down.