StartNovelChapter 270
Simon was still casually wandering around the room, finally relaxing once he was sure there were no traces of
another man.
"Clara, have you eaten? How about we go grab a bite together?"
"Simon, | have a boyfriend now. You should stop coming around; | don't want him getting jealous."
Simon's face turned beet red, shaking with frustration. Sure, he might not be in the high society league, but
losing out to a waiter? Really? Seeing Clara's serious look just made him feel even more wronged.
"Do you have any conscience? I've gone through so much for you, and now you run off with a waiter? Are you
that desperate? What's he got that | don't?"
Clara held back, resisting the urge to slap him, and instead pointed to the living room door.
"Just leave."
Simon pressed his lips together, dropping his head with a tinge of regret. He had promised to handle things
better with her. Slowly, he backed out, throwing a look over his shoulder every few steps. Once downstairs, he
kicked a trash can in frustration, then pulled out his phone to rally sfriends for a drink.
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Seated in a booth at The Moonlight Lounge, his anger simmered.
"Do you guys think she's lost it? My back’s still sore from last time, and she actually toldto leave. Ha,
must've hooked up with swaiter. I've probably hurt her too much before, or else her tastes wouldn't have
changed so much. She used to love handsguys."
His drinking buddies, hearing him rant, thought he was talking about Quinn. Wasn't the thing with Quinn off
anyway?
Simon downed another bottle, then slumped over, sobbing. "Clara's out of her mind. Why am | even bothering?
Her not-so-great boyfriend hasn't shown up since she got sick, but she treats him like a treasure. It's like she's
gone nuts." Finally, it dawned on the group-Simon was heartbroken over Clara.
"Simon, didn't you say Clara wasn't worth your time? You even joked about setting off fireworks if she stopped
bothering you."
"Yeah, you were all over Quinn back then, and we all remember how you treated Clara."
"Exactly. Maybe Clara's just gotten really good at this game, and you've fallen for it."
Simon stared at his drink, shaking his head slowly. "She's got amnesia. Really doesn't remember anything about
us, and now she slapsfor every little thing."
He finished his words with another bottle, drinking himself into oblivion. Seeing him passed out, his pals were at
a loss, eventually calling the Ferguson family to pick him up.
But it was Quinn who turned up, and everyone exchanged curious glances. That video had been the talk of the
town, and rumors were Quinn hadn't been to the Bradford family company in ages. Yet, here she was, looking
like she'd bounced back.
Quinn's voice stayed soft as she helped Simon to his feet, leading him outside. "Simon, I'm here to take you
home."
Simon was truly plastered, mumbling incoherently as they left.
All the while, he kept calling out, "Clara, Clara, I'm sorry for everything. | like you. Can't we start over?"
Hearing this, Quinn's face twisted with anger. She was grateful to whoever called her tonight, or she wouldn't
have been able to scoop up Simon. Recently, he'd been cold, not just canceling the wedding but refusing to see
her, ignoring calls, eventually blocking her.
Ha, but now he was in her grasp. The mysterious caller was right-if she didn't act, she'd be left in the dust. Her
position in the Bradford family was already awkward; losing Simon was not an option.
She took him back to her place, stripped them both, and snapped a few compromising photos, sending them to
every group chat. Reputation be damned, as long as she could stay tied to Simon. It wasn't about love; marrying
into the Ferguson family meant regular access to Dylan.
She still couldn't let go of Dylan. If she couldn't have such an exceptional man,
she'd never rest in peace. After sending the photos, she made a call.
"Are you ready on your end? This time, we need to make sure Clara can't recover."
A low voice replied, "Ready, but I'll need your cooperation."
"Of course, anything! As long as that witch Clara is destroyed!"
If it weren't for Clara, she wouldn't have ended up disgraced, wouldn't have been assaulted on that dark, endless
night. Clara had to pay for this!
Quinn's face twisted with malice. After hanging up, she swept everything off her vanity in a rage, her chest
heaving. Recently, she'd been trying hard to impress the Bradford family, and Naomi had finally started to warm
to her. But Johnny and Ryan remained cold. Ha, no matter what she did, she'd never measure up to Clara.
Why should she? If that's how it was, then no one should be happy! Quinn's hands clenched tightly as she
devised another wicked plan. If pushed to the edge, she'd drag everyone down to hell with her.
But before all that, she was determined to sleep with Dylan! If she couldn't have Dylan, she'd never be satisfied
in this life!
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