Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 351

May couldn't bear to watch them humiliate Claire Linwood any longer. Fury surged through her, and she shot to her feet, her voice clear and sharp. "Get out! You're not welcome in our suite."

The laughter in the room slowly faded. Heads turned, eyes narrowing with sneering contempt as they regarded May.

"Your suite? This is the Grandeur Hotel's top-tier VIP suite. They don't just let anyone in here. Do you really expect us to believe that you two nobodies could afford to dine here?"

"Take a good look in the mirror before you talk big. Back in high school, Claire was broke as dirt-she could barely scrape together enough for lunch. While the rest of us ate in the cafeteria, she'd sit there sipping cold water like some starved stray. And when we were generous enough to offer her our leftovers, she'd turn up her nose, acting all high and mighty. I've never met anyone more fake."

"We all know what kind of person she really is. Who is she trying to impress now, acting like some big shot? Pathetic." One woman actually spat on the floor, face twisted in disdain.

"Claire, just admit you're here to cozy up to the class heartthrob. There's no need for this charade. We all know each other too well. Don't pretend to be a saint when everyone knows your history."

"So what if you got good grades? It didn't stop you from ruining your reputation. Now you've even done time, and yet you're still here pretending to be someone you're not."

around Claire like a swarm of flies, each one piling on the

they strolled over and took seats around the table, making themselves right at home. One man,

want to eat? It's on me. After all, you've never had a decent meal in your life. Straight out of college and straight into prison-bet you've never tasted

sudden jerk, her voice icy. "Keep your

a tacky suit-looked stung by her public rebuff, his face flushing with

Claire's face and bellowed, "Claire, don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I'm telling you now if you blow this

jumped in, egging him

to treat you-he's doing you a favor. Who do you think you are, acting

class back in high school, but now he's a construction boss, raking in at least a couple hundred grand a year-more than any of us

finger, their gaudy shine catching the light. Then, with a flourish, he slammed his iPhone and BMW keys onto the

her toes

She had no interest in

pulled out her phone, intending