Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 152

"Not happy with me, huh?"

Victor stormed out, fuming.

"Victor!" Claire called out in a panic.

Victor paused at the doorway but didn't turn around. Hearing the urgency in Claire's voice, his heart softened, and his mood lifted considerably.

"Can you not tell the Linwood family I'm here?" Claire's voice was tinged with a hint of pleading.

Victor wasn't unreasonable. Knowing Claire was innocent, he certainly had no intention of adding to her troubles.

His tone softened, "Don't worry, I won't tell them."

After a brief pause, he added, "I won't tell Vincent or Brian either."

Claire breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Her gratitude instantly dissipated Victor's anger. His voice became lighter, "Take care of yourself. I'll visit when I have the chance."

With that, he left.

room fell

appetite. She returned to her meal

and graceful figure. He was absorbed in his reading, and the light threw gentle shadows across his face, making

occasionally flipping it as he read. The light reflected off

and the scene filled her with an unexpected warmth. People around her came and went, but

believed that Vincent, her childhood friend, truly cared for her, but reality had given her a harsh wake-up call. To the wealthy

family was like that, as were

left her with a stereotype of the wealthy:

Until she met Sean.

she had met from that world calm, reserved, exceptionally well-mannered, like a gentleman from a storied family in a

her gaze and

met hers unexpectedly, and Claire's

Sean asked softly, "Is the food to your

back to reality, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "Your grandmother's cooking

wine she had drunk the previous night. She didn't know their value, but she recognized his car as a Rolls-Royce. If he could afford such

had drunk it all, leaving none for