Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 158

Chapter 153

Claire was flat broke, not a penny to her name, yet here she was, staying in a VIP hospital suite. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Mr. Foster had once again covered her medical bills.

She owed Mr. Foster a huge debt of gratitude.

Claire's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I can do embroidery," she stammered, "I could sell my work to earn money. I just need Mr. Foster to give me some time."

Sean leaned back in his chair with a teasing smile, resting his chin on his hand. "But I don't need money."

Claire paused, taken aback.

Of course, it made sense. A man who could afford a million-dollar Bentley and casually open a fifty-thousand-dollar bottle of wine certainly didn't lack for money.

Claire felt her face flush hotter. They were from two entirely different worlds. How could she possibly repay someone like him when she had nothing worthy to offer? She lowered her head, feeling a wave of despair wash over her.

"So, what does Mr. Foster want?" she asked quietly.

his gaze intense and

scrutiny, her fingers tightly

observed her

down, her expectant gaze a source of constant headache for him. Though the idea of

be better than tying himself to a cunning socialite from a

seemed to fit the

Worst case, he could bankrupt the Linwood

making a family like the Linwoods go under seemed as trivial as snapping his fingers. Yet he worried Claire might not agree to

fiercely independent. She

patience, a gradual

as he strategized how to guide

lingering too long on her, the pressure making it hard to breathe, as if she were

oppressive feeling, telling herself

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