Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 362

Soon, the two men broke apart, both gasping for breath. Their faces were mottled with bruises-blue and purple splotches everywhere—and they looked utterly disheveled.

With a cold snort, Asher dragged his battered body away.

Vincent, sprawled on the ground, summoned every ounce of strength just to haul himself into his wheelchair. With effort, he rolled himself slowly away from the

scene.

But he hadn't made it far before a heavyset woman blocked his path.

The woman was none other than Scarlet.

"I hear you're quite taken with Claire," she said, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Do you want to win her over? I can help you."

Vincent eyed the stranger warily. "Who are you? And why would you help me?”

Scarlet's smile deepened, her tone laced with implication. "My name's Scarlet. I'll help you get Claire because I have my sights set on Sean."

Scarlet up and down, and a vivid image popped into his mind: Sean, hounded by this plus-sized

somehow push Sean and Scarlet together, Sean would become

steal Claire. Let's see

blink of

half year, Scarlet and Vincent wracked

strictly to herself and never venturing out. This left them

was steadily declining. All her energy went into

was finished, she could finally take Mandy and May and leave the

half a year of relentless effort, Claire's embroidery-into which

she didn't tell Sean or her grandmother about

was gone, they would discover the finished piece on

it was time to

institutionalized for half a year, and before Claire left the city, she wanted to

due could she die

and drove Claire toward

in silence, the noise of the city faded behind the closed windows. Claire gazed

At the hospital.