Chapter 182

"Clara, leaving Ferguson Corporation was the best move. I told you, Dylan's not exactly Prince Charming. Maybe he only gave you that promotion because he was interested."

As Simon wrapped up, Quinn burst out laughing. "You really think Dylan's into her?"

Shen even teared up from giggling too hard. "Simon, did I ever mention the time I ran into Dylan? When Clara's name came up, he looked so unimpressed. People even asked him about her, and he said, 'She's not all she's cracked up to be.""

That line, "not all she's cracked up to be," hit hard, especially since Clara's reputation was infamous around the Capital. Everyone knew her as Simon's keen admirer.

Quinn's laughter mellowed a bit, maybe to keep from losing her cool. "But Clara, don't take it too hard. Dylan's like that with all women."

That didn't make Clara feel any better.

The car rolled to a stop outside a flower shop, and Simon pointed it out.

place? After graduation, you got me flowers here, and we took our graduation photos together. I made you a flower crown, but you thought it was ugly and got all huffy with

her sour look, and

a big deal to give the second button of your uniform to someone special. I wanted yours, but your uniform got stolen, and you had to

school. A time before Quinn joined the

shut her eyes. Her voice was flat as she said,

the steering wheel. "I thought a trip back to

as he finished, Quinn

chest heaved with anger, her face

Simon then that he'd just been wedding

seething resentment. Her anger was like vines creeping through the car, threatening to

at the Bradford estate, Clara skipped the small talk and headed straight to her room. There was a spot under her bed she hadn't checked, and she hoped for more

the bed. Frustrated, she hit the nightstand, which triggered a secret compartment in the

few cards. The handwriting wasn't hers; it was a man's, bold and

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