Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 353

The woman in the red dress beamed with smug satisfaction, as if this birthday cake were some crowning glory she'd always deserved. Trying her best to sound gracious, she said, "Then please thank your manager for me."

The server maintained her practiced, sweet smile and replied softly, "No need to thank me-it's our pleasure."

With that, she turned and wheeled the empty cart out of the private room with effortless poise.

As the door clicked shut behind her, every eye in the room turned toward the woman in red, radiating envy.

Once the flurry of compliments had died down, Mac Brown-still nursing the sting from the slap he'd received-let his chubby face contort with rage. Suddenly, he snatched a plate off the table and, scowling, swung it at Claire's head, cursing as he did:

"You arrogant little tramp! You dare hit me? Let's see if you can take what you dish out!"

Claire reacted instantly. She grabbed a fork from the table, ready to defend herself.

But before she could strike back, May pulled her protectively into her arms.

There was a sharp crack as the plate smashed down on May's head, shattering into pieces.

"May!" Claire cried out in alarm.

"I'm fine, Ms. Claire," May said through gritted teeth, fighting back the pain. "Go find Mr. Foster, quickly."

erupted with

a year in the city and he's already spent billions to secure the whole Eastborough district. Do you really think someone like you

Foster, it's not impossible. Once our class star arrives, you can grovel at his feet-maybe he'll be generous

just anybody these days. Trust me, he wouldn't look twice at someone

kind of person

in a crisp white checkered suit strolled

been the golden boy everyone swooned over-and even now, he was still noticeably

were all he had left from

high school was

if he was a bit arrogant, his eyes still held a

and he radiated the smug energy of a man

the crowd swarmed around him as if they were courtiers greeting a king, showering him

kind, really"—but his face was lit up

you so

grinned. "I was just having a business meeting with Mr.

had indeed been near Sean Foster a few minutes ago, but calling it a

Hotel today, so he'd shamelessly lingered nearby hoping

approached, Sean had been about to discuss the Eastborough Project and had promptly sent

room he'd reserved-Suite 107-but halfway there, he'd