Chapter 70A wry smirk played on Ethan's face as he watched her exit the stage, a subtle expression of amusement and perhaps even a touch of satisfaction. Clarissa leaned in close and whispered, her voice carrying a hint of accusation, "You finally found a way to achieve your aims. It's obvious you haven't gotten over her."Ethan's response was curt yet laced with an undeniable harshness. "Maybe I have, or maybe I haven't. That should be my business, not yours," he replied, asserting his right to privacy.As the dance finally came to an end, Adriana, trying to lift his spirits, took a step closer and complimented him. "Wow, you are a good dancer," she commended with genuine admiration. However, opportunity for further conversation was swiftly denied as Clarissa swiftly intervened, cutting off Adriana's chance to continue."Yes, he's a great dancer, and I guess he must be tired," she said, her tone laden with jealousy, unable to hide her feelings of resentment."I am not asking him to
Chapter 71"What's going on here?" Claire demanded, her voice filled with determination as she confronted him. He turned back to look at her, his surprise evident on his face. He had thought he had dismissed everyone, but here she was, back again. "What are you doing here, Claire?" he demanded, his concerns etched on his features. He couldn't fathom why she had returned, especially after their previous conversation. "I had to see you," she insisted, her eyes burning with a mix of worry and determination. "I know there's something wrong, and I can't just ignore it as if nothing has happened. Is someone trying to poison your mom?" Her demand caught him off guard, and despite the seriousness of the situation, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly."Claire, can you please be straightforward and stop being so blunt?" he asked, his anger seeping into his tone. Frustration filled him as he questioned her motives for continuously returning, only to eventually leave again. But before he coul
"Yes, I am the grandson of this family," he revealed, his voice filled with a mix of pride and nostalgia. As he disclosed his identity, a smile danced upon his lips, giving away his amusement at the unexpected revelation."I don't understand what you are trying to say? Are you the person he was referring to?" she demanded, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of disbelief. Though caught off guard, she fought to regain her composure, attempting to mask her bewilderment. There was no denying that she had not anticipated any of this.With unwavering resolve, he met her gaze, his eyes flickering with a clear intention. His words were measured and deliberate as he began to unfold the intricate layers of his connection to the family, leaving her hanging in anticipation of what more he had to reveal."Yes, that's me. I don't want to be known for now, even if that goes against what he wanted," he replied, his voice betraying a vulnerability that spoke volumes about his internal struggle
The next day, Claire's phone suddenly started ringing, its shrill tone filling the room. Glancing at the screen, she saw her mom's name and number displayed boldly. Initially tempted to ignore the call, she hesitated and ultimately chose to answer. With a swift motion, she clicked on the answer button and brought the device to her ear. As the call connected, her mother's voice resonated through the phone, cutting through the surrounding sounds with a piercing clarity."Claire, where are you? Why haven't you been answering my calls?" Her mother demanded, her voice brimming with strict anger, her words dripping with venom. Claire let out a frustrated groan and finally spoke after a prolonged silence."Can you please calm down, Mom? It's not like I've gone missing. I just made a decision I thought was right.""What decision are you talking about? You know you were supposed to be with Johnson. What has gotten into you?" Her mother demanded, her tone simultaneously menacing and vulnerable.
"Mr. Edward, I would advise against using offensive words," Mike interjected, his voice steady and firm. "We should maintain our professionalism in this situation."Nathan's anger simmered beneath his words as he retorted, "If you were professional enough, then you wouldn't have been late." There was an undertone of frustration in his voice, his impatience getting the better of him.Alicia, seeing the tension escalating, stepped forward, her voice filled with a mix of determination and disappointment. "I don't think I can take your insults," she declared, her words tinged with a hint of hurt. "If you don't want to collaborate with us, then perhaps it's better for you to leave."The room fell silent, the weight of their emotions hanging heavily in the air. The need for professionalism clashed with personal emotions, threatening to fracture the fragile unity they had managed to establish. It was clear that tempers were running high, and finding a way to move forward without causing furt
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Grandpa Richard's eyes brimmed with a seething anger, his face twisted in a fierce scowl as he took deliberate strides closer to them. In this tense atmosphere, Claire, feeling a pang of fear, couldn't help but speak up."Mum," she asked, her words somewhat muffled by her hand covering her mouth, "what have you done?"With a voice that carried both determination and a hint of intimidation, her mother responded, "Go and pack your things. We need to leave this place. You will sign the divorce papers, whether you like it or not."The weight of her mother's words hung heavily in the air, creating an atmosphere charged with a mix of apprehension and uncertainty. Claire's mind raced as she contemplated the implications of her mother's actions, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions as the world she once knew seemed to crumble around her.Grandpa Richard couldn't contain his simmering anger any longer. His voice cut through the tension, laced with a potent mix of fury and disbelief. "How da
"Is this how you flinch," Claire seethed, her voice sharp with anger, "like you could switch so easily, just because he's the grandson of the whatever their freaking name is? I think you have to learn, he's mine and no one dares stop me." Her retort dripped with audacity, fueling the tension in the room. As she walked closer, Claire's eyes blazed with determination, embodying a sense of ownership over her own choices. Without hesitation, she jerked her hand away from her mother's grasp, ready to take control of her own destiny. And in one swift motion, Claire's hand connected with his cheek, the resounding slap echoing through the room, solidifying her defiance.Claire thundered, her voice seething with venom, "don't ever hold my mom in such a manner. Can you please get the fuck off, or do you need another slap from me?" Her words left a sharp edge in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to suffocate the room.He stood there, stunned, aching from the sting of her slap. His voice tr