NovelEnglishChapter 357
Once Clara left, she didn't waste any time. She immediately started checking out the properties Ryan had
recently rented.
When she arrived at the villa, she found Quinn, just as she'd expected. Sunlight streamed into the room, and
there was Quinn, sitting on the floor, looking a mess and laughing mockingly.
Clara walked right up to her and kicked her over. Quinn's head smacked against the table corner, and she
grimaced in pain. "Who?!"
The second she saw Clara, her eyes flared with hatred. "Clara!"
Quinn struggled to her feet and lunged at Clara. But she was weak and malnourished, and Clara easily
overpowered her, sending her flying with a hard kick. Clara then pinned Quinn's face to the floor with her foot.
Quinn lay there, humiliated, with Clara's shoe pressing into her cheek. Clara applied a little more pressure, her
voice icy. "Did you lead Ryan into this mess? Are you the one pulling the strings with the media?"
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Quinn's eyes gleamed with malice as she laughed. "Finally, everything's falling apart. Serves you right! Clara, as
long as I'm alive, I'll make your life hell. You feel guilty about Dad, right? I'll make you watch Ryan get destroyed,
watch the Bradford Corporation crumble! I'll make you suffer and regret!"
Clara lifted her knee and stomped down hard on Quinn's cheek. Quinn felt a sharp pain, almost spitting blood.
In that tense moment, Clara asked, "Did you really think I'd let this slide?"
Quinn shivered, realizing Clara wasn't one to be messed with. Just as she processed that thought, Clara grabbed
a nearby chair and smashed it down on her.
Quinn felt searing pain in her spine and feared it might be broken. She curled up on the floor, unable to speak.
Clara crouched down beside her. "Quinn, if Ryan's secret gets out, I'll hand you over to Darrick, and you'll wish
you were dead."
Clara didn't actually know Darrick, but she knew he was ruthless. If Greysen was tied up in Ryan's problems,
Darrick probably was too. They were all in this together.
Clara was testing her, and Quinn's reaction to Darrick's nwas immediate panic. "Don't handover to him,
please! | didn't do it!"
Clara brushed off Quinn's outstretched hand, her face emotionless. Quinn gritted her teeth, "I really—"
Before she could finish, they heard a noise outside. Clara turned to see Megan. What was Megan doing here?
Megan's eyes widened in surprise, nearly dropping the medical kit she was holding. "Clara, how did you... find
this place?"
She spoke cautiously, glancing at Quinn's sorry state and frowning. "Don't be mad. Ryan kept it from you
because he didn't want you to worry. He askedto take care of her."
Clara stood up slowly, her gaze locked on Megan.
Megan walked over, setting her medical kit on the coffee table. "So, since you're here, where's Ryan?"
Clara, with no memory of the past, wasn't sure about Megan and Ryan's connection. But knowing Ryan, he
might've asked a trusted friend to look after Quinn.
She took a deep breath, rubbing her temples. "How much is he paying you a month?"
Megan hesitated, looking awkward before answering, "Twenty thousand. It's pretty generous."
Seeing Megan, Quinn quickly hid behind her, trembling. Clara smirked. "Hiding won't help you, Quinn. I've got
nothing to lose. You've got three hours to think things over. I'll be back this afternoon."
With that, Clara left.
She didn't have much else to say to Megan; she had enough on her plate. As soon as Clara was gone, Megan's
demeanor changed. She pushed Quinn away coldly.
Quinn swallowed hard, her lips trembling. "Megan, don't let Ryan's secret out. It'll be the end of me. Clara's a
loose cannon, willing to do anything. | just want to get out of here, start fresh somewhere else."
She couldn't bear the thought of falling into Darrick's hands, knowing how ruthless he was.
Megan continued sorting through the medical kit, seemingly indifferent to Quinn's pleas. Frustrated, Quinn
moved to open the door and escape, but Megan swiftly pulled out a syringe, injecting a murky liquid into her.
Quinn turned back, terrified by the twisted look on Megan's face. "What did you injectwith?"
Megan chuckled softly, retracting the syringe with a serene smile. "Something to turn you into a vegetable. Since
you've got nothing left, why not enjoy life in bed? Thanks for taking the fall for me."
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