NovelEnglishChapter 18
The scene was so ridiculous that Clara just stood there, momentarily dumbfounded.
Was she supposed to apologize every tQuinn teared up?
She couldn't help but chuckle. "Why should | say sorry? Just for breathing the sair as her?"
Simon was left speechless, fumbling for a comeback but finding none.
Quinn clung to his sleeve, tears glistening as she looked at Clara. "Clara, | probably deserved that slap yesterday.
Please, don't stay mad. Mom was asking about you at dinner, wondering when you'd cback. Ryan's on
summer break, too. You can't keep this up and make everyone miserable."
Simon seemed to latch onto that. "Yeah! You slapped Quinn yesterday. You owe her an apology!"
Clara watched the two of them, a smirk playing on her lips. "Did you two escape from the sloony bin? You
both have the ssymptoms-delusions. One of you thinks I'm head over heels, and the other thinks | want
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtyour cheap affections. Maybe you should head back for smore treatment? Pretty soon, it might be too late."
Then, she walked away with confidence.
Simon was fuming. How had he not noticed Clara's sharp wit before? On impulse, he let go of Quinn and chased
after Clara.
"Clara, what are you saying? | thought you liked me! How could you say those things about me?!"
Quinn watched them leave from the hall, her expression twisting into something sinister. She pulled out her
phone and dialed Colton.
"Quinn, what's going on?"
"Colton... | just..."
Colton was instantly on edge, stepping out to find a quiet place. "Did Clara give you a hard tagain?"
"No, it's just... she slapped me. Colton, I'm just so upset and needed to talk to you."
"That bitch! Don't worry, I'll make sure she pays for this!"
Quinn's eyes sparkled with satisfaction, feeling much better. If she wanted, she could have any man wrapped
around her finger.
Meanwhile, Clara had reached the taxi, and Simon was standing there, arms crossed in frustration. "You never
used to ride in anything less than a luxury car."
Clara was already settled inside. "Simon, let's meet at the Bradford estate tomorrow night to talk about ending
our engagement."
Simon's smug demeanor quickly faded at her words. "Clara, you're taking this way too far."
Clara leaned back, her posture unyielding, like a flower refusing to wilt. "Seven o'clock tomorrow night at the
Bradford estate." Then, she instructed the driver to go.
Simon stood there, eyes glued to the car as it disappeared from view.
Quinn's arms wrapped around his waist, her voice laced with tears. "Simon."
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"Quinn, Clara wants to break off our engagement tomorrow at the Bradford estate."
Surprise flickered in Quinn's eyes as she feigned hurt, "She's said that kind of stuff before, only to backtrack later
just to get your attention. But this time, she might actually got what she wants. Simon, do you really care about
her?"
Feeling a pang of guilt, Simon cupped her face and gave her a light kiss. "No, | just find her more irritating now."
Quinn's expression cooled and her lips were pressed tight. "Did you see Dylan at the office today? | heard he was
there."
"Yeah, it's weird. It's the first the's shown up since he got back."
Quinn's face darkened, her hand clenched, and her nails were dug into her palm. "Could it be because of Clara?"
Simon laughed, "You don't actually think he's interested in her, do you? Clara's just a pretty face. What's she got
besides that? Uncle Dylan's not into girls."
Quinn casually wiped the blood from her palm, her gaze turning soft and sweet again. "I was just speculating."
Anyway, that troublemaker Clara wouldn't be around for much longer.
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