The Imperial Dynasty Grand Hotel is a property of The Lockwood Group’s subsidiary company.
When Claire was taken away by The Lockwood Family’s bodyguards, she didn’t know where they were taking her.
"Where’s Caleb? Please, I’m begging you, let see Caleb, just one more ti..."
Claire’s voice was trembling, full of sobs.
Nevertheless, none of The Lockwood Family’s bodyguards paid her any attention.
Finally, as she was escorted out of the elevator, she saw a familiar man—
Mr. Miller.
"Mr. Miller!"
Claire stretched her neck out like she was grasping for a lifeline and shouted at Mr. Miller: "Mr. Miller! Where’s Caleb? Caleb is here to see , isn’t he? I knew he wouldn’t abandon ..."
Claire’s anxious cries echoed in the hotel corridor.
Mr. Miller, hands in pockets, calmly approached Claire.
For the first ti, Claire saw Mr. Miller’s expression so cold and disdainful.
"You think you have the right to call President Lockwood by his na?"
With that, he handed a room key card to the leading bodyguard.
"It’s room 4078; the person is already waiting inside. Just take her in."
After hearing what Mr. Miller said to the bodyguard, Claire’s face suddenly changed color.
"Who’s waiting inside? Isn’t it Caleb? Who are you handing over to?"
The more Claire asked, the more uneasy she felt, her expression growing increasingly terrified.
Neither Mr. Miller nor The Lockwood Family’s bodyguards answered Claire’s questions.
Mr. Miller didn’t even follow them; he just stood at the end of the hallway, silently watching as The Lockwood Family’s bodyguards took the struggling Claire to room 4078.
Then they swiped the card to open the door and shoved Claire inside.
Bam!
The hotel room door closed behind her, giving Claire no chance to escape. Inside, a man grabbed her hair and dragged her into the suite.
Inside, it was the leader of The Wyrmfang Gang.
"Draven..."
Claire trembled uncontrollably, her face as pale as if her blood had been drained.
"Claire, we et again."
Draven smoked a cigar, beckoning Claire with his finger.
Claire didn’t dare move forward, knowing how cruel Draven was.
"No... please don’t..."
Suddenly, Claire turned and shouted towards the room entrance: "Send to prison! I was the one who wanted to hurt Serena; you have to let Caleb put in prison!"
Mr. Miller in the hallway could actually hear Claire’s screams.
But he just shook his head.
Mr. Miller wasn’t completely devoid of sympathy for Claire’s plight.
Claire was forced to make AV films for The Wyrmfang Gang in ridia, after all.
Yet, finding pity for Claire was difficult.
Because it was Claire herself who initially decided to head to ridia alone.
Through investigation, Mr. Miller had learned—
Claire wasn’t even Caleb Lockwood’s long-cherished first love.
It was a lie from the start, and she dared use it to threaten Caleb into abandoning his grandfather. Ultimately, Claire’s situation was self-inflicted.
If Claire hadn’t foolishly chosen to break up with Caleb back then, perhaps she could have beco the mistress of The Lockwood Group by now.
Mr. Miller understood Caleb Lockwood.
Every action Claire took had pressed against Caleb Lockwood’s boundaries.
Thus, Caleb intentionally didn’t send Claire to prison.
Going to prison would be a relief for Claire now.
Therefore, Caleb ordered Mr. Miller to contact The Wyrmfang Gang.
Sending Claire back to The Wyrmfang Gang was the most cruel punishnt for her.
Inside the room, Claire scread as Draven burned her with a lit cigar.
"How could you be so bold? Cheating the joker, cheating Caleb Lockwood..."
Draven took a knife from Kai, its blade so sharp it cut iron like mud, laying it close to Claire’s tear-streaked face.
Claire was so terrified that she couldn’t even speak, her lips quivering like grains of sand.
"There’s a batch of guests recently... they have peculiar tastes, preferring damaged goods..."
When Claire heard Draven’s words, she realized her fate was sealed.
She cried even louder, breathless from sobbing.
Draven’s henchn laughed beside him, laughing so hard they nearly fell over.
In the hallway, The Lockwood Family’s bodyguards had long since left, leaving only Mr. Miller.
Mr. Miller heard the piercing screams coming from the room.
They were Claire’s screams.
Following were the wicked laughter of n and so inappropriate sounds.
Mr. Miller frowned, turned, and walked away.
He had fulfilled President Lockwood’s instructions—
To hand Claire over to The Wyrmfang Gang, ensuring she received her deserved punishnt.
Today is very hot, even though it’s not yet sumr, the temperature feels like sumr has arrived.
Serena sat in the law firm, opposite her was a beaming Felix Shepherd.
"Long ti no see, you beco more beautiful."
Serena took a sip of iced coffee, smiled, and said, "Long ti no see, you’re still the sa, stop staring at my face."
Felix chuckled: "You have such a pretty face, can’t I look a bit more? I don’t have any ulterior motives."
"You used to have fewer motives for ? If it weren’t for your strong skills, I wouldn’t be here today."
Serena spoke frankly.
Felix sighed with a wry smile.
"I was serious about you back then..."
"You were seriously trying to take advantage of every client."
Repeatedly rebuffed by Serena, Felix looked aggrieved.
"It was mutual benefit... only you aren’t swayed by my looks."
Serena couldn’t help but laugh.
Felix had good looks, and despite having such complicated relationships with clients, no client ever badmouthed him after their cases were over.
"I’m more moved by your skills than your looks."
"So you’re here today to ask to handle your divorce case again?"
Felix guessed her intentions, and Serena nodded, keeping a straight face.
Given Caleb’s current attitude towards her, getting a divorce by agreent might not be possible.
She could only pursue litigation.
And this ti, she certainly didn’t plan to leave empty-handed.
Serena briefly outlined her demands to Felix, but saw him shake his head apologetically.
"I’m sorry, Serena... even if you agree to date now, I can’t handle this divorce case for you."
"Why?"
Serena was puzzled.
"Because President Lockwood just hired as the legal advisor for The Lockwood Group... the contract stipulates I can’t handle your divorce case."
Serena: "..."
She never imagined Caleb Lockwood would act so quickly.
After leaving Felix’s law firm, she sought out three more firms, and each one rejected her because Caleb had preemptively spoken to them.
It was almost lunchti, but Serena wasn’t hungry at all, filled with anger.
As she walked towards her car, an imperial blue Bentley slowly pulled up beside her, and the window rolled down.
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