NovelEnglishChapter 367
Dylan stood there, head down, not saying a word. The room felt tense. Clara, feeling awkward but loyal to her
friend Scarlette, hesitated to leave.
*Slap!*
The sound echoed through the hallway. Nicholas touched his cheek, trying to mask his anger with a forced smile.
"Really, Scarlette? | don't get it. Every twe're together, you just tossaside without a thought for my
feelings. What does this older guy have that | don't? We were together not long ago, but look at him not a word,
not even a punch."
If he ever found out about Scarlette and Morgan, he'd lose it completely. His misery would be everyone's
problem.
Morgan adjusted his glasses, his voice calm and mature. "I respect all her decisions."
"Respect? More like cowardice!" Nicholas spat.
Scarlette took a deep breath. "Nicholas, enough. If you're going to have a meltdown, do it elsewhere."
"No way! Why do you treatlike this?!"
Nicholas had been spoiled by the Greenard family, always getting his way. Scarlette was the first to challenge
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthim, breaking his heart and then distancing herself.
He had been nothing but passive and humble, and for what?
Glaring at Scarlette, Nicholas suddenly laughed. "Think you can just marry someone else? Dream on!"
He grabbed her wrist. "We need to talk."
But Scarlette's other hand was in Morgan's grip, leaving the two men locked in a silent standoff.
Clara, standing a few steps away, observed the . Then she heard Dylan's soft voice cut through the
tension. "I'm hungry."
His tone was indifferent, as if the chaos around him didn't matter. Just then, the elevator arrived, and Clara
quickly ushered him inside. Staying to watch the spectacle seemed inappropriate.
Once they reached the lobby, Clara suggested, "Mr. Dylan, how about | order you stakeout?"
Dylan looked up, his voice icy. "Do you really think | eat takeout?"
Of course not. Dylan wasn't the kind to settle for that. Remembering the five million she owed him, Clara quickly
added with a smile, "How about | bring the restaurant's chef to cook for you at htonight?”
Surely, a personal chef would make him happy, right? But Dylan's intense gaze made her uneasy. Just then,
Aiden appeared, wheeling Dylan away.
Clara wondered if she'd annoyed Dylan again. His reasons for getting upset were always so mysterious.
As she followed them outside, she saw someone unexpected-Sarah. Clara had used Sarah as a stand-in before,
crossing Dylan's boundaries and leading to her being ignored for ages. Seeing Sarah here uninvited felt like
trouble.
Clara tried to intercept her, but Sarah, entranced by Dylan, approached him with a flirtatious smile. "Mr. Dylan,
remember me? I'm Sarah."
She was attractive and neat, assuming Dylan would remember her. But Dylan just glanced at Clara, leaving her
with a sense of dread. She hurried to pull Sarah away.
Sarah, however, shook her off, "Ms. Clara, you promised I'd see Mr. Dylan again, but | waited at the hotel for over
a month. Did you forget me?"
Clara had been too busy to think about Sarah. Besides, she'd already given Sarah a hefty sum, solving her
immediate problems. Sarah had once acted like she didn't need men anymore, so why wasn't she content?
Seeing Sarah's infatuation, Clara understood. Dylan's looks could outshine any Hollywood star, and women
couldn't resist him, especially with his wealth and power.
Sarah had been smitten at first sight, fantasizing about a life with Dylan, forgetting her place. Clara's expression
cooled as she turned to Dylan, "Mr. Dylan, you should head back. I'll handle this."
Dylan gave a noncommittal "hmm," not sparing Sarah a glance as he got into the
car.
Unexpectedly, Sarah shouted, "Mr. Dylan! | know | look like your lost love, and | don't mind being a stand-in. Just
letstay by your side I'll do anything! | fell for you at first sight, please, letstay!"
She tried to rush past Clara, but Clara held her back, her face growing colder. Sarah pushed Clara away, "Clara,
you lied tofirst! Letgo!"
Clara felt a headache forming. If she'd known Sarah was this ungrateful, she would have avoided involving her!
Now, Dylan was upset again. Seeing Dylan already in the car, Clara quickly pushed Sarah away and joined him,
shutting the door behind her. "Aiden, please drive."
She didn't even bother with her own car, seeing Sarah trying to catch up, and urgently repeated, "Aiden, drive."
Just as she finished speaking, Dylan said softly, "Get out."
That command was clearly not for Aiden.
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