That evening, Roxanne Peyton and Stella Thorne had booked a booth at a bar to celebrate Claire rcer’s impending single status and her escape from a sea of misery. The three of them ordered several bottles of liquor, planning to help Claire drink her sorrows away.
At one point, Claire rcer got up to go to the restroom. Roxanne Peyton offered to help her, but she refused.
She was drunk, yet her mind was exceptionally clear. She felt she had never been more clear-headed in her life.
As she ca out of the restroom, she heard a familiar voice ring out from the other end of the hallway.
"...Don’t be so ungrateful. I’m doing you a favor by asking you to drink with ..."
It was Cynthia Sinclair, Gavin Sinclair’s sister—the little princess of the Sinclair family.
She and her three friends were cornering a devastatingly handso man, trying to force him to drink with her.
The handso man they had cornered looked ready to kill.
But Cynthia Sinclair’s sycophantic friends seed completely oblivious, still laying into him.
"Do you have any idea who she is? She’s the princess of Rhonia’s wealthiest family! Countless n would kill for her favor and never get the chance. You should be thanking your lucky stars that you get to drink with her."
"Exactly! So don’t be an idiot. It’s an honor for you to have a drink with Cynthia."
"With a body and face like that, he’s probably one of the new male models who work here, right?"
"If he’s a male model, this is easy. All you want is money, right? One thousand. Have one drink with our friend."
Just as the handso man was about to speak, Claire rcer burst out laughing.
"HAHAHA... Cynthia Sinclair, you’re so embarrassing..."
"Can’t you see he wants nothing to do with you? How can you be so shaless, trying to force him?"
Cynthia Sinclair was stunned the mont she saw Claire rcer.
"Claire rcer? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at ho taking care of my brother? Is this the kind of place you should be frequenting?"
Claire rcer shot back, "If you can co, why can’t I? You little delinquent."
Cynthia Sinclair was so stunned by her words that it took her a mont to process what had just happened.
’In the past, wasn’t this bootlicker always fawning all over every ti she saw ?’
’She sent plenty of expensive gifts, too.’
’Every ti I ran out of allowance, she’d give more before I even had to ask.’
’Thanks to her desperate attempts to please , I saved a ton of my own money.’
’But... what’s going on now?’
’She not only dared to talk back, but she even called ...’
’A little delinquent?’
Cynthia Sinclair no longer had any interest in forcing the handso man to drink. She stord right up to Claire rcer.
Her eyes were wide as she gritted her teeth.
"Claire rcer, you actually dared to talk back to , and you called a little delinquent..."
"But you are a delinquent. Smoking, drinking, clubbing, bullying your classmates... And it seems you’re also involved with that guy, Evan Young..."
The mont she heard that na, Cynthia Sinclair’s face went pale, and she roared.
"Shut up!"
’How does she know about and Evan Young?’
’I was so careful. How could she possibly know?’
’Was she investigating ? Following ?’
’No, that’s impossible. She’s at ho playing nanny to my brother every day. How would she have ti to pay any attention to ?’
Cynthia Sinclair spun around to face her three cronies.
"Did one of you sell out? Did you tell people my business?"
Her cronies frantically shook their heads, denying it.
"Cynthia, what are you talking about? We would never betray you..."
Claire rcer sneered. "If you don’t want anyone to know, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place. You did it, but you don’t dare admit it..."
"Claire rcer, I told you to shut up! Are you deaf or sothing?"
Furious and humiliated, Cynthia Sinclair raised her hand to slap Claire rcer across the face.
But before her hand could connect with Claire’s cheek, soone grabbed Cynthia’s wrist in a vise-like grip.
The sa person pulled the swaying, drunken Claire rcer into a tight embrace.
Adrian Sutton glared at the gaudily made-up Cynthia Sinclair and squeezed her wrist harder.
Feeling as if her wrist bone was about to shatter, Cynthia Sinclair shrieked in pain.
"AHH... It hurts..."
Seeing this, the three mbers of her posse were frozen in fear.
"What are you all staring at? Help !"
The girls hesitated.
But then they rembered that Cynthia was the wealthiest among them, and they had benefited plenty from her generosity. Mustering their courage, they started to step forward.
But Adrian Sutton shot them a single, frosty glare, and the three of them imdiately shrank back in fear.
His eyes fell on Cynthia Sinclair, with her delinquent-style clothes and heavy makeup.
"So young and already so rotten. A sister-in-law who dares to strike her brother’s wife... The Sinclair family’s upbringing is truly sothing else."
With that, he flung her hand away in disgust.
Her hand now free, Cynthia Sinclair forgot the pain and glared viciously at Adrian Sutton.
"You know I’m the princess of the Sinclair family and you still dare to ss with ? Do you have a death wish?"
Cronie #1: "Ye-Yeah! Who do you think you are, bullying Cynthia? You’re just so male model!"
Cronie #2: "That’s right! Believe it or not, we can make your life in Rhonia impossible!"
Cronie #3: "Cynthia, call your brother right now! Tell him his wife is out eting so other man behind his back!"
’If my brother finds out Claire rcer is cheating on him, she’ll be skinned alive!’
’Not only will Claire be in for a world of hurt, but this clueless male model will get what’s coming to him, too.’
With that thought, Cynthia Sinclair imdiately pulled out her phone to call Gavin Sinclair.
Before the call could connect, Claire rcer narrowed her eyes and said with a grin.
"Go on, call him. Let your brother see what the Sinclair family’s perfect little princess is really like when no one’s looking."
Upon hearing this, Cynthia Sinclair hesitated.
’At ho, I’ve always been the perfect, obedient daughter. If my family finds out I’ve been sneaking out to go clubbing...’
"Claire rcer, you’d better keep that filthy mouth of yours shut. If my parents and grandma find out about this, I’ll make you pay."
After spitting out her threat, Cynthia Sinclair stord off with her three cronies in tow.
After the group left, Claire rcer looked up at Adrian Sutton, her eyes hazy.
"Hey, handso... I feel like... you look really familiar..."
At her words, Adrian Sutton’s heart skipped a beat.
"You... rember ?"
’Does she finally rember ?’
He looked at Claire, his eyes full of anticipation, hoping for the answer he so desperately wanted.
But alas...
Claire rcer thought hard for a mont, then nodded earnestly. "Mhm... I think I saw you at the hospital the other day."
Adrian Sutton. "..."
"You’ve had too much to drink. I’ll take you ho."
Claire rcer shook her head. "No. I’m not going ho. I don’t have a ho."
Hearing her words, Adrian Sutton’s heart twisted in pain.
’I know what she ans.’
’The rcers never treated her well. After she married into the Sinclair family, they never truly accepted her as one of their own.’
’Gavin Sinclair certainly never treated her like a wife. He’s probably fooling around with his ex-girlfriend—the other woman—right now.’
’That’s why she said... she has no ho!’
"Once you divorce that scumbag, I’ll give you a ho."
’A warm ho, one filled with love.’
Adrian Sutton murmured to himself.
"Huh?"
Claire rcer blinked her bright, hazy eyes and looked at Adrian Sutton.
"What did you say? I... didn’t quite hear you."
Adrian Sutton gently ruffled her hair, his gaze filled with adoration and deep affection.
"It’s nothing. You’ll understand one day."
With that, he put his arm around Claire rcer and led her out through the exclusive VIP exit.
Claire rcer had drunk quite a lot, and the alcohol was now hitting her full force. She was completely wasted.
She vented her feelings by muttering curses under her breath, words like "scumbag," "trash," "howrecker," and "shaless."
One mont she was crying through her laughter, the next she was laughing through her tears.
It was the first ti Adrian Sutton had ever seen her lose control like this. ’It’s strangely cute,’ he thought.
He couldn’t resist reaching out to gently squeeze her soft, rosy cheek...
When Claire rcer woke up the next day, she felt like her head was splitting open.
Groggily, she opened her eyes and looked around. An unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar bed.
When she saw a man lying on his side next to her—a man who was currently propped up on his hand, gazing at her with a smitten expression—Claire rcer was so frightened her soul nearly left her body.
A blood-curdling scream instantly echoed throughout the room.
Adrian Sutton, who had been basking in bliss, was startled by her sudden shriek.
If anyone else had startled him like that, the consequences would have been dire.
But the person who had startled him was the one he’d been dreaming of, and he just felt incredibly happy, incredibly blissful.
’What made even happier was that Claire was in my bed last night, right beside . We spent the entire night in the sa room.’
’God knows how many years I’ve dread of this mont. I was so afraid it was all a dream that I didn’t sleep a wink all night.’
’I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t dare to. I was terrified I’d wake up and she’d be gone.’
’Thankfully, she’s still here. So full of life.’
He gazed at Claire rcer with a smile, his voice incredibly soft.
"You’re awake?"
Claire rcer was montarily dazed by his smile.
Then, she thought about what he might have done to her last night. ’What a pervert,’ she thought, his smile now seeming utterly twisted.
"You animal! No wonder I’ve run into you twice recently. You’re a pervert!"
"I’m not..."
Before he could finish his explanation, a pillow ca flying at his face.
Adrian Sutton caught the pillow and looked at Claire rcer with a helpless expression.
’This...’
’Did she have to turn on so fast?’
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