NovelEnglishChapter 372
Given that Kaitlyn had already shelled out a massive forty million dollars in breach of contract fees, it was clear
their bond was pretty strong.
Clara stayed quiet, which prompted Kaitlyn to jump in, "Since you've lost your memory, | won't dive into your
past. You probably didn't know, but I've got a promising project right now. A bunch of partners are itching to
invest. Are you short on cash lately?"
Clara nodded, not bothering to hide her financial struggles.
Kaitlyn leaned back, pulling out her phone, and after a few minutes of scrolling, she set it down. "I have five
scripts on my plate. Two are pretty standard-nothing to write habout in terms of returns. But the other
three? They're goldmines. We can partner up and make a guaranteed profit. It's up to you if you want to trust
——
Without her old memories, Kaitlyn was practically a stranger to Clara.
Clara studied Kaitlyn's face and suddenly smiled. "Of course | trust you. When | looked you up, your nrang a
bell."
Kaitlyn extended her hand with a slight grin. "I'm swamped these days and have a team meeting soon. If nothing
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“Alright.”
They both stood up and walked out with purpose.
Just as Kaitlyn was about to get in her car, she hesitated, looking like she wanted to ask something but then
decided against it.
Clara broke the silence. "Kaitlyn, since you know about my past, do you know the real deal with Dylan? Is it really
my fault his accident happened..."
It was hard to say out loud. Dylan was the golden boy in their circle, and everyone blamed Clara for his accident,
thinking he despised her. But what was the truth?
Kaitlyn furrowed her brow, pausing before speaking. "You weren't much of a talker before, especially about
Dylan. You had a crush on someone else. The last twe met, you mentioned wanting to confess to someone,
but | never asked who. As for your issues with Dylan, I'm not really in the loop. Clara, back then, you were a bit
hard to approach. | never got why you were so close to Simon, but I always felt he might've been a front,
someone you used to protect someone else."
Clara was stunned. She had thought Simon was a stand-in for someone else.
But a decoy?
Things just got more tangled.
She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
Kaitlyn suddenly stepped forward and hugged her. "If I'd known you'd lose your
memory, | would've asked more about you back then."
Clara felt a wave of relief; sthings just couldn't be rushed.
She got into her car first, waving goodbye to Kaitlyn who stayed behind.
Once Clara drove off, Kaitlyn turned to open her car door but paused when she heard footsteps around the
corner.
She closed her door and walked over, finding Simon leaning against the wall, smoking.
She didn't know him personally but recognized him. He didn't know her, so no need for pleasantries.
As she turned back to her car, he asked, "Are you sure?"
"About what?"
Caught off guard, she heard Simon chuckle. "Her being so nice to me, followingaround, just to useas a
decoy for someone else?"
Kaitlyn hadn't expected him to overhear that. Had he been lurking? Was he following Clara?
Did Clara know?
"Mr. Simon, | was just speculating.”
Simon took a step closer, flicking his cigarette to the ground and crushing it underfoot with intensity.
"Speculating?"
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