Chapter 368

Clara reluctantly got out of the car, still managing to throw in a cheeky remark, "Mr. Dylan, do you still need that chef?"

The only answer she got was the sharp slam of the car door.

She realized she'd done it again-managed to push the ever-cool Dylan's buttons.

It was almost a skill, really, to annoy someone as composed as Dylan so often.

As Clara walked over, she caught Sarah's eyes glinting with mockery. "I thought you'd be going back with him. Guess you're not all that after all.”

Clara frowned, turning to face Sarah.

Just a month ago, Sarah was all nerves around her, and now she'd mastered

sarcasm.

"Sarah, has someone been talking to you?"

Sarah scoffed, "What? Worried I'll spill your secrets? You came to me just to mess with me. You introduced me to Dylan, then never set up another meeting, leaving me pining for him."

Whoever said it had a point-Clara never took women from humble backgrounds seriously.

To her, Sarah was just a means to an end.

Do the wealthy always get to trample over others' dignity?

Sarah's drastic change only confirmed Clara's suspicion that someone had been feeding her ideas.

Clara turned to leave,

I won't let this

unable

skills? Women who marry into wealth usually have either beauty or brains. You barely finished high

resentment flashing in her eyes as

woman, she thought,

into her car and drove

Why did she have to be trampled by the rich? She

pulled out her phone and called

Whatever it takes to make

Megan found this amusing.

and, after a few moments, gave Sarah

you're serious, meet me

hanging up, Megan chuckled to

Quinn, she orchestrated everything without getting her hands dirty, letting others take

harbored resentment toward Clara. All Megan

Clara got home, it was nine in

hallway when Cole called, confirming the contract

sighed in relief; at least one major task was done for

door and advised, "Stay connected with Justin. It's crucial he feels a bond with the company. His potential is immense, and if we hit the Al

she could finish, Cole gently interrupted, "Ms. Bradford, the young master called today. He wants to

paused at the door, sighing.

by

a mistake is a mistake. Whether misled or not, when he chose to hide the Quinn issue from me and decided to return the two billion to Greysen, he should've known betrayal would bite

Staying naive would

deep breath, his

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