Clarissa showed up at the entrance of the hotel, decked out in a simple black long dress, with little makeup on her face.
Nevertheless, her appearance was a call for attention as many men went up to flirt with her.
Clarissa was unhappy about that. If it wasn’t for her mother’s complaints about her suffering with the Garretts, she wouldn’t have agreed to attend the banquet.
But was it as simple as seeing the world that her mother had told her to come for?
Clarissa had her doubts about that.
Having been approached by another man again, she coldly rejected the man and turned toward the balcony.
With the curtain blocking her view, she could finally regain her peace when she felt the warmth of a body from behind her.
Clarissa whirled around in shock, only to see a perverted-looking old man standing right in front of her.
As she reflexively dodged away, the man stood where he was, flashing a salacious grin. “We meet again, Clary. How nice is that?”
The man was none other than the old man the Garretts had introduced to her.
Clarissa trembled in rage as realization dawned on her that it was yet another trap.
Looking at the man angrily but warily, she wanted to walk around and leave, but the man stopped her.
“Step aside, Mr. Jensen.”
“Why the cold face, Clary? We’re gonna become a family, eventually. Let’s just take this time to get to know each other, shall we?” “Family, my foot. Move aside before I scream for help.”
“Go ahead. People will probably think that I’m only flirting with my fiancée. Relax, Clary. I know these people here. But you… will anyone believe you? Besides, the Garretts have approved of this. Stop being so stubborn and behave yourself. I promise I’ll be nice.”
The old man pounced on Clarissa. But she wouldn’t even give him a chance as she lifted her dress and booted him in the stomach before running away.
so stupid? Why did I go soft for that woman who was
quickly left the banquet without saying hi to
Clarissa!” Yvonne’s commanding voice was heard
ignored her and headed for
her as she stood right before her and lifted
her stepsister was about to slap her. With rage burning in her stomach, Clarissa swiftly grabbed hold of her wrist and shoved
b*tch,” Yvonne screamed. “How dare you hit me?
her like
a madwoman, she charged at
hair with one hand while
none of them yielding to each other until Hilary and Zach came to separate
a word, Hilary even gave Clarissa
that of a mother’s, but
around emotionlessly and went to comfort
eyes darted at her were those of
and her clothes and walked
found herself in a quiet corner away from the crowd, where she eventually got to her
thick with cigarette smoke did she
was about to leave, she saw a man leaning against the wall, smoking and looking mature and
been standing there? Did he see me
for a long time because the
her from
again, Mr. Tyson,”
remained cool and aloof
Why did I
up just as she was
Clarissa was
how to fight back? Are you
Is he mocking me?