Novel & Cerita Clarisse Agbegnenou

"You're his assistant, Adrian? Could you please order drinks from the front?" Who was this woman? Clara stared at the exclusive VIP card she was handed. Owners Clarissa! Clara felt a sense of familiarity. She planned to search for her on Baidu once she had the card. 'No way! Clarissa is a gold mining entrepreneur and owner of a globally famous app. If that's the case, she's probably very close to Adrian.' After putting her phone away, Clara bought the best drinks in the cafe using Clarissa's gold VIP card and returned with three drink tumblers to the table where her boss was sitting.

Her smile didn’t touch her eyes. “Hello,” she said. “I’m Clarisse. PTA vice president.” I smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” She tilted her head, looking me up and down like I was a dish she didn’t order. “So... you’re the infamous Maya.” I blinked. “I’m sorry?” “You know,” she said, sipping her orange juice. “The ex. The one who disappeared without saying goodbye. Brave of you to show your face after all these years.”

“What! I can’t do that, its hard” “Aw come on it’s not that bad. Lets use a good old trick shall we?” He looks around till he sees a girl. She looked like a model, what does she eat grass? focus Summer! He walks towards her but not so far so i can’t hear. “hey..” he trails off. “Marissa”

He thought she might be taking advantage of his grandfather for money. Don Miguel’s hearty laughter brought Reed back to his senses. "No Reed, she’s not my girlfriend… This is Clarissa. She’s the daughter of our estate caretakers. She just returned from New York, where she works as a nurse.” “Since both of you are here, I want you to know that I want you two to get married in the future... She’s the one I want you to marry, grandson.” Both Reed and Clarissa fell silent, staring at Don Miguel

Clarisse's kindness was a tool I could use, a pathway to Tiffany's downfall. As we walked through the bustling streets, I observed Clarisse closely. She was genuinely warm and inviting, her laughter infectious. It was hard to believe that someone so kind could be involved with someone as malicious as Tiffany Davis. I needed to win her trust, become her confidante, so she would listen to my warnings about Tiffany. In her luxury villa, I saw glimpses of Clarisse's life—elegant furniture, tasteful art, and the subtle scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. It was a world far removed from my own, yet I needed to navigate it to achieve my goal.

Clarisse was in her wolf form. *****************************************

And kept hidden from everyone. Michelle felt a chill. Victor said she was located in France? At that moment, Raymond’s phone buzzed again. He picked it up quickly. Raymond, came Victor’s voice. I found her. Clarissa’s alive. The room fell into silence. She’s living under a different name at a private psychiatric clinic in the French countryside, Victor explained. The staff believes she was admitted under certain orders for her safety. Eleanor used her connections to keep everything under wraps. Clarissa has been there for decades.

I could hardly catch my breath from the shock and fear. "CLARISSA! ARE YOU CRAZY?" Euclid was very angry. He held Clarissa's arm tightly, causing her to flinch in pain. “Why are you defending that woman? Did she put a spell on you?!” Clarissa looked at me. “Are you fond of clinging to those with money? What kind of nose do you have that you can smell wealthy people? You befriended Lapesigue's cousin because they are wealthy, Karen whose parents own a resort, you also seduced Rod, and now Euclid and Andrea?”

Clarisse’s gown shimmered softly under the low lights, her posture regal, her smile poised in that maddening way that said she had already won. “Elara,” she greeted smoothly, rising just enough to brush her cheek with a kiss that didn’t touch. “How radiant you look tonight.” Elara forced a small, neutral smile, sliding into the chair opposite. “And you, as always, ready for the cameras, even when there are none.” Clarisse’s laugh was quiet, controlled. “There are always cameras. Never forget that.” Menus were offered and dismissed. Clarisse had already ordered the wine, of course she had. The glasses filled silently, the ruby liquid catching candlelight like blood caught in crystal.

A pair of black G-string lace panties. She smirked, zipped it back up, and returned to her seat. Moments later, Luca re-entered. "My apologies," he said curtly. "Now, if we're done....." Clarisse stood, smoothing her dress. "Yes. We are. But I'll be back, Mr. Morano. Some deals are worth pursuing twice." She offered a smile full of suggestion before strutting out the door. As she stepped into the elevator, her phone buzzed. She answered immediately.