NovelEnglishChapter 94 The driver was in a panic, sweat dripping down his forehead, regretting his earlier decisions.
It wasn't until another half an hour had passed that Claire finally set her teacup down. "Let's go," she said coolly.
Feeling a wave of relief wash over him, the driver hurried to the car and opened the back door for Claire. "Miss, please get in." Claire nodded with satisfaction and stepped into the car.
Meanwhile, the auction was already halfway through.
The Linwood family sat in the VIP section, all three of them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNathan's face grew darker with each passing minute. He leaned in and muttered under his breath, "The auction's been going on for ages, and that fool Claire still hasn't shown up?" Adah, equally anxious, fretted, "Nathan, do you have Claire's phone number? Call her and find out what's going on." "How would I have her number if you don't?" Nathan snapped back, irritated.
"If I had it, I would have called her already," Adah replied, stamping her foot in frustration. "Honestly, how could she be so careless? Didn't we tell her how important tonight's event was?" Nathan gritted his teeth in anger. "I swear, she's doing this on purpose." Ethan, frowning, pulled out his phone and started dialing. "I'll check with the driver," he said.
The call connected quickly, and he barked into the phone, "Why isn't Claire here yet?" "Master Ethan, we just left the house," the driver replied, sounding a bit helpless.
Ethan's temper flared instantly. "What do you mean you just left? Didn't I tell you the auction starts at eight? It's already eight-thirty, and you're just leaving now?" The driver opened his mouth to explain that it was because of Claire, but Ethan cut him off, his patience wearing thin. "Make sure she gets here before the auction ends," he ordered before hanging up.
Throughout this exchange, Vanessa had remained silent, her attention riveted on the young heir of the Northcrest Fosters.
She had heard rumors about him-how his temper was erratic due to certain... deficiencies. He was said to be ruthless, even sadistic, with a penchant for tormenting women.
In Vanessa's mind, Heir Foster was supposed to look fearsome, yet to her surprise, he was strikingly handsome.
His face was a masterpiece, with a chiseled jawline and deep-set eyes, exuding an aura of nobility.
Vanessa's gaze was fixed on him, making her question the rumors she had heard.
At this moment, she didn't want Claire to marry him.
Claire was just a neglected little nobody, someone Vanessa should be able to trample underfoot. Why m ve should Claire get to marry into the wealthy Northcrest family and have a fiancé more handsthan her own, Brian? Especially since this man not only looked good but also had impeccable taste.
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Her eyes drifted down to the bespoke suit he wore, noting the exquisite fabric and perfect tailoring. The pièce e de résistance was a vibrant red peony embroidered on the chest, elevating the suit beyond mere high fashion. Could a man with such taste really be as monstrous as the rumors suggested? Vanessa had her doubts.
If the heir was truly as terrible as rumored, she would be happy for XBut if Claire to marry him. But if the rumors were false, then Claire would be getting a great deal. No, she couldn't just sit back and let that happen.
With this thought, Vanessa picked up her phone and sent a message to the driver.
The driver, upon receiving the message, glanced at Claire through the rearview mirror, noting she was resting with her eyes closed.
A cunning glint flickered in his eyes.
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