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Clara read it on her phone while sitting alone in her apartment, shoes kicked off, tension still humming beneath her skin. She didn’t need Adrian to explain what it meant. Serena had just drawn a line. And placed Clara directly on it. Her phone buzzed again. Unknown number. You should see this. A link followed. Clara hesitated only a second before opening it. The article was already climbing. Speculative headline. Anonymous sources. Language that pretended neutrality while implying everything. Adrian Vale’s Consultant or Something More? Clara didn’t finish reading. She closed the tab. Sat back.

Claire is going to have a lot of questions for me *********

“And make sure she doesn't scream. I‘ll make sure that no one reaches there.” “Okay, ma’am.” I quickly dialled Valentina’s number and asked her if her mother had found something else. “No… Claudia isn't picking up and Juliana is throwing fits,” She answered. “What do you mean?” “I don't know it clearly, but my brother mentioned he saw Claire with her own lawyer and their family lawyer.” “And?” I just hope we find something useful. “And… I think Claire is going to the court to fight for her rights…” She chuckled. “She is Daniel Mendoza’s daughter too. Why wouldn't she want the same power and status as his brother?”

"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.

You’re leaving in half a year, and you can’t be with Anthony…! It was at that moment that the door to the restroom opened, and a woman walked in. It was Claire Eastly. When Claire saw that it was Charmine, her eyes sparkled. “Charmine?” she called out. After what happened the other day, she left the scene right away. She could not afford to let anyone know she was the one who sent the video to Veronica. She knew Charmine was way ahead, unbeatable. Claire could not afford to be her enemy.

declared Ivanka in a French accent with a giggle. "Well, I guess we know what fine ass Michael Ambruso can do for you now. He can handle the quick claim deed, video and the notarized letter. We will have Rosen handle the Alienation of Affection lawsuits. Damn, this shit is so good it's better than a soap opera. I want a two-week all-expensive paid girls trip after using my damn resources and brain power." demanded Claire in a matter-of-fact tone. "You got it! That sounds like heaven right now. Thanks again for everything. I would be so lost without you. And is he really fine? I have heard people talk about him, but I have never personally seen him." remarked Ivanka wholeheartedly.

"Are you sure you’re on the right side?" Claire’s breath hitched. Her hands tightened around the paper. There was no signature. No sender. But she didn’t need one. She already knew who had sent it. Ava. And next to the note? A second piece of paper. An old contract. Claire’s blood ran cold. Because at the top, printed in bold, sharp letters— A legally binding contract between Adrian Blackwood and Liam Carter. For Claire Donovan. Her pulse roared. She skimmed the words, her heart racing.

"I’m going to start the perimeter cleaning. We’ll see you out there." Left alone, I pulled out my phone. I was fuming. Cole took it. He always took them. I didn't understand his obsession with my hair ties, but I was tired of losing them. I opened the messaging app and fired off an angry text: [Did you take my hair tie again? I only brought one this time!] I shoved the phone in my pocket and grabbed a spray tank, heading out to join the disinfection crew. I didn't realize until my phone began buzzing incessantly that I had sent the message to the Clamville Medical Support Group—a chat filled with fifty doctors, nurses, and the entire Ryder Global rescue team.

Drett. Clara reached into the pocket of her shorts when she heard her cell phone ring. she took the cellphone and saw a call via I*******m from an account named Carlos the confidence, then answered it. "Hello?" Clara walked over to the chair. "Clara, I hope you still remember me," Carlos said from the phone. "Yeah... You're a friend of Kelvin." "Hmm ... Now where are you? I think we should meet and discuss something very important." Clara glanced at the glass wall so she could see Evans who was busy with his laptop.

Then suddenly— my phone vibrated. I glanced down absentmindedly, and immediately froze. One unread message from Lucian. I opened it very slowly. “Congratulations, Claire.” Then another message beneath it. “I always knew you’d win.”