NovelEnglishChapter 103
Clara was still trying to figure out what on earth Dylan's leg had to do with her when suddenly, news broke about
Dylan's soulmate being brutally killed. If she had something to do with Dylan's beloved soulmate's death, what
did it mean that she was still alive today? Was it just luck?
Clara finished reading the article, racking her brain to remember anything about this incident, but she drew a
blank. She tried searching online for old news, but there was hardly any mention of this Shelly character. Just as
she was considering reaching out to someone for answers, her phone buzzed with a call from an unknown
number.
She picked up, and it was Nate on the other end, spewing venom. "Clara, you bitch! | heard you were behind that
mess with Quinn. Just wait until you're married to me. | won't let you off easy!
"Your mom said that after Quinn's wedding, they're shipping you straight to me!
"You'll see, you stupid bitch. You'll be moan for forsoon enough."
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Clara heard his hateful words and a chill ran through her. She thought keeping Ada occupied would make these
people leave her be, but it seemed like Nate was still living in a fantasy.
She hung up immediately. Her brow furrowed when her phone buzzed again. It was a message from Simon.
Simon: [Do you even know what Shelly looked like? Clara, whether it's your background or your abilities, you're
no match for her. Stop dreaming that Dylan would ever like you.]
Clara found it amusing. She had never entertained the idea of Dylan falling for her. She felt grateful that he
didn't hate her.
But why on earth would Simon send such a message?
Lowering her lashes, she thought of a comeback and replied: [So concerned aboutand Dylan, huh? Thinking
about crawling back to me?]
Simon was out having drinks with Colton when he heard his phone vibrate. He saw Clara's message and it took
him by surprise. Lately, Clara had been giving him the cold shoulder, barely speaking to him, and now she was
actually replying. He quickly set down his drink and read her message, which instantly got his blood boiling. "As
if! Even if | were dead, | wouldn't go back to her!"
Colton, hearing this, raised an eyebrow. "What's this about going back?"
Simon's chest heaved, realizing he was too worked up, and tried to play it cool. "It's Clara. She thinks | want her
back. She's got snerve. She's been clinging tofor years, trying to make herself look good." He poured
himself another drink as he spoke.
Colton narrowed his eyes, his hand slowly clenching at his side. Men know men, and Colton he always thought
Simon was a spoiled brat. He was a bit clueless because of it. Simon's reaction was not that of someone who had
no feelings for Clara.
Colton had a long-standing crush on Quinn, and even though he was a bit of a pushover, he wanted her to be
happy. However, Simon clearly still had feelings for Clara, which wouldn't bode well for Quinn's happiness.
Gripping his glass tightly, he pressed his lips together. Then, he made a decision: to wreck things for Clara and
cut Simon's ties completely. Without missing a beat, he jumped into action.
He got Simon drunk and used his phone to send Clara a message: [I have evidence about you and Shelly. Meet
The address he sent was a shady bar, where a pretty woman could easily find herself in trouble. Clara pondered
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfor a moment and decided to go. In her eyes, Simon was just an air-headed rich kid and posed no real threat.
She hopped into her car, but as soon as she parked outside the bar, she noticed Dylan's car. What was he doing
at a place like this?
She stayed put, not daring to step out, and watched as his gaze seemed to lock onto hers. Despite being in a
wheelchair, his position on the steps exuded an air of authority.
Clara had just finished reading about Shelly, and now her hands tightened around the steering wheel, anxiety
creeping in. She didn't know if Dylan had spotted her, and she hesitated to get out, fearing an encounter.
She planned to wait until Dylan went inside before making her move, but he seemed to be deep in conversation
with someone. His demeanor was calm, and she didn't recognize his companions.
After ten minutes, when the coast seemed clear, she finally stepped out of the car. But after just a few steps, she
realized Dylan and his group were actually standing behind a column, not having left. There was no avoiding it
now; their eyes met.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze, but someone standing near Dylan called out, "Isn't
this Clara?"
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