Until I Get You Claire Contreras Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elijah looked at the phone in his hand then up at Clair, the look in his eyes showed betrayal, he was hurt but it faded away just as it was seen. "What do you need me to do?" he asks handing Clair the phone. Clair smiles and hands him a flash drive, this feels like an illegal drug deal. "Everything is on this flash drive, Camila will help you with whatever it is you need, and after you've completed the task, email the contents to me, I will have the board take a look at it and in a week or less, they'll contact you, it's a fair shot, I just want you to gain more than what was taken from you" Clair shrugs.

But that's also good, getting a good impression from the lady of the Diaz family, in the future, whatever her family does will be more convenient. Thinking that, Mia freely went out to find Clara without any more discomfort. At the same time, Clara had just come out of the toilet when she saw Keelin approaching two men, one was Lars, she was no stranger to it, but the other one ... she could only see behind him, could not recognize who he is. At this moment, behind Clara came Mia's high-pitched voice "She's so impudent, she's got Ramos, now follow Patel's brother, it's shameless."

--- My Phone Vibrates One final time. --- Unknown Number. --- New Message. --- I Open It And immediately regret it. --- > You're finally getting close. Trust nobody. Especially Clara. Because at that exact moment— Clara walks into the room and sees her name lying on Elena's file.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, interrupting her thoughts. Trevor: “I know you don’t want to see me right now, but we need to talk. Meet me tonight? Please...I need to see you and explain. Please, Claire Bear” Claire glared at her phone before slamming it down on the picnic table. She calmly got up, straightened her back, and headed inside, with Steph following behind.

William, who was still being restrained, pleaded. "Work things out? I will not raise your bastard child!" Clarisa yelled. "I want a divorce!" Just as Clarisa voiced her anger, the door to the conference room opened. They all turned to find Claire Monet walking in with Clint. Riley saw Claire's face turn ghostly white. She panicked and retreated her steps, but sadly, Clint was behind her, stopping her from leaving. "You whore!" Clarisa said while pointing at Claire. Clarisa marched toward Claire and gave her a firm slap!

We eat quickly after planning our elaborate day. Leo comes downstairs with a list of nine women along with their phone numbers while Claire speak to Veronica on the phone in the kitchen. “Thanks man. I’ll work on the first half of list and you can handle the second half. We’ll leave out Veronica since Claire seems to have that handled.” I tell Leo as I turn my attention to Claire who waddles into the room with a smile. “Veronica agreed to stop by and leave a testimony. She should be here in fifteen minutes.”

“We’ll get through this Valenticia. The USB is real. We’ll make it happen.” I nodded, but heaviness pulled at me, Gideon’s blood and Stefan’s chilling trade still flooding my thoughts. I had believed too much, and fought too hard, and still I had lost. Heading out, my phone buzzed with a video. I recognized the lady in the video instantly. It was Clara. She worked here. Clara, a loyal Clawford employee, strapped and gagged in the video. Her eyes are wide with terror. Immediately, Natasha’s voice whispered over the static, “Step down, or she dies.”

I stood completely still. She looked at me with her chin raised and her eyes clear and utterly serious, “All I have to do is scream his name and when he comes down those stairs he'll find me and he'll find you and he'll believe exactly what I tell him. Because I am his blood." A pause. "And you are just a contract." The room felt very small suddenly. "Mara." I kept my voice as steady as I could. "Think about what you're doing. Think about this carefully. You'll be lying—"

I did not sign up for this. Later that night, Claire sat in bed, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. She saw a post about Gordon saving her. She got upset and kept her phone , so she reached for the contract on her bedside table. Something about it nagged at her. She flipped through it again, scanning each clause. Then she saw it. Her breath caught. A penalty f*e for early termination. A massive penalty f*e. Her stomach dropped. How did I miss this? She read it again, hoping she was wrong.

“My girl, why do you look so sad? Don’t fret, Big Daddy will be home soon, and maybe he’ll bring an ice cream treat. Won’t that be nice?” Feeling helpless, Clare turned to Patrick, but he didn’t seem all that interested in Linda. He was inspecting the room’s one window, barred from the outside like all the others. Clare gently placed the two-by-four on the floor and knelt down next to the rocker, taking one of Linda’s hands in both of hers. “Linda,” she said softly. “My name is Clare, Clare Barrett. Do you know where you are?” The woman’s lips spread in a smile as vacant as her stare. “I’m home, silly.”