Chapter 892

Clara's foot whipped toward Michael's cheek, but Uno's kick went straight for the throat-a move meant to kill.

He looked so innocent, so clueless. Just a few minutes ago, he'd been quietly stuffing his face, like a sweet, naive foodie who'd never seen much of the world.

Who would've guessed a foodie could be such a menace?

Clara shook her head. "Let's go. No killing. We're leaving."

"Okay."

Uno trailed behind her. As they headed for the door, he grabbed two plates of pastries from the side table and asked, "Want some?"

"No. If you like them, eat up."

"Mhm. I really like it here. I want to come back."

Their conversation drifted away on the breeze. If Michael wasn't still sprawled on

the floor, everyone might've thought they'd imagined the whole thing.

A new face, dangerous as hell. An old face, just as ruthless. Was this the real Clara?

Everyone glanced at each other, wide-eyed and speechless.

It wasn't until Clara and Uno were long gone that the room seemed to come alive again.

Clara fight? Those moves-she's better than my


anything like it. No one ever said she

who she really is. Otherwise, why would someone like Dylan

for the rest of

Uno home, she

them walk in. "Clara, Charles left with

froze, Louella suddenly on her

Charles, but he didn't pick

gone against Griffin's orders and now

her heart twisted

noticing how quickly her mood

He just went out to clear his head.

at Uno-who was still eating and couldn't help but

finished the last bite, licked the corner of


finally realized that unless it was about food, Uno just didn't get

deep breath and

out the window, mind spinning with the rumors she'd

That company meant everything to him.

belongs to s

saying Ferguson Corporation was about to collapse. Even

so hard

when people mentioned Dylan, there

people just wanted

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