Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 191

Andie's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she'd just heard an absurd joke.

When she first laid eyes on Brian, she thought he was handsome and exuded a certain rugged charm.

But now, it turned out he was completely clueless.

Without bothering to understand the situation, he immediately ordered Claire to apologize. Who did he think he was?

It was the first time Andie had encountered such a tactless man.

Before Claire could speak, Andie put one hand on her hip and snapped, "Are you blind or something? Vanessa just yanked on Claire's hair so hard she nearly pulled her scalp off! Didn't you see that? You're defending her without knowing the facts, and demanding Claire apologize? You're absolutely ridiculous!"

Brian looked at Andie with disdain, finding his flamboyant manner offensive. "This is between Claire and me, none of your business."

With that, he turned his gaze back to Claire.

His eyes were full of aggression, locking onto Claire as if she were his possession.

His thin lips parted, delivering words meant to wound, "Claire, this isn't the first time you've bullied Vanessa. Don't pretend to be innocent in front of me. I know exactly what kind of person you are."

"If you apologize to Vanessa, I can pretend none of this happened today."

"If you refuse, I'll make sure you pay for it."

Claire looked at him with indifference.

all troubled by his misunderstanding and

years of being misjudged and humiliated by the Linwood family

had become resilient, immune to

fact, she no longer cared about Brian's attitude towards

behind her, competing alongside

he had become someone

it didn't matter; she had long since stopped

had grown used to, however, was something

If you don't know how to speak properly, just shut your

just for decoration. Which eye of yours saw Claire bullying her? And which

he rolled up his sleeves, ready

is about to start. Let's go. There's

in his chest, unable to go up

Claire, he was just someone

indifference was an eyesore, a provocation he

would have preferred her to show

pain—anything but

turned to leave, a large hand gripped her arm tightly. With a slight pull,

box she held slipped from her grasp, spilling its embroidered contents

to the wall, his voice icy, "Apologize to

his proximity, pushing against him with all

was like a wall, unyielding despite

Brian away from Claire, cursing, "Apologize, my ass! You piece of