Crash!
There was a commotion, and suddenly chaos erupted over where Clara Quinn was, making Sean Carter sit up all at once, waving at them repeatedly: "The show is starting."
Evan Quinn propped his chin on his hands, appearing to watch the show, when suddenly a large hand covered his eyes because Clara’s appearance was already quite off.
Her flushed little face, a touch of unnatural redness on her cheeks, and her disheveled clothes had beco quite disorderly, making her appear disheveled in the banquet hall.
Sienna Quinn was slightly taken aback because this Clara was truly abnormal, her gaze shifting to Sean Carter beside her and Evan Quinn, who was struggling to get out of his embrace, and she said with a not very good expression: "What’s going on here? Shouldn’t you two give a reasonable explanation?"
This ti, even Felix Orwell and Chiara Thorne turned their gaze to the two of them, and no one was speaking up for them anymore.
Today, anyone could see that these two were behaving oddly.
Sean Carter felt a bit guilty, unconsciously taking his hand off Evan Quinn’s eyes, while the little body twisting in his embrace stopped moving, smiling guiltily and scratching his head while looking at the adults in front of them questioning the two of them.
"This... this matter..."
Crash!
Before the two of them could speak, there was another loud crash, much louder than the one before.
Felix Orwell turned his head, squinting his eyes with a wicked smile, looking at Clara Quinn in the distance, who by now had already knocked over everything around her.
He patted Sienna Quinn, who was still questioning Sean Carter and Evan Quinn: "Let’s ask about these things later; it’s just that your cousin doesn’t seem quite right now."
Sienna Quinn glanced at the two of them, pointing a finger at them fiercely; today, this matter cannot be let go no matter what.
Evan Quinn and Sean Carter finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, by now, Clara had taken center stage in the banquet hall, her disheveled clothes barely covering her, her eyes gradually replaced by a dazed look.
This anomaly attracted the attention of everyone in the banquet hall, including Landon Lawson’s direction.
Vera Yates saw Clara exhibiting the effects of drugs, her eyebrows slightly furrowing. Although she didn’t know what happened yet, she could probably guess.
This situation was all too reminiscent of her own experience earlier. But why did Clara ss up this ti? She rembered Sienna had been in the banquet hall all along; could it be Clara ssed up herself? What a foolish woman.
Landon Lawson, with a cold face, showed no emotion, while beside him, Miles Grant, being a doctor, could imdiately tell Clara was not right, shaking his head: "Soone’s drugged her. What’s going on? How dare soone do this at an occasion like this?"
"Clara, after all, is part of the Quinn Family, and if soone’s drugging her on their own turf, it must be soone from the Quinn Family too." Vera Yates’ voice gradually trailed off. Though she only spoke halfway, Landon Lawson understood clearly. Vera’s words clearly pointed the topic towards Sienna.
Who else could have drugged Clara, other than Sienna, who never got along well with Clara since childhood?
Landon Lawson’s expression turned slightly strange, this familiar thod, this familiar routine, reminding him of that night five years ago, himself and Clara in an identical situation.
Just didn’t expect that even five years later, Sienna was still using the sa ans to achieve her goals.
This woman is just as vicious as five years ago, stopping at nothing to achieve her goals, nothing like the innocent appearance she presents.
Even now as President Quinn of the Yates Group, she remains that snake-hearted woman.
"Despicable, shaless!" Landon Lawson gritted his teeth while uttering these four words, suddenly striding towards Sienna with so matters needing clarification with her today, regardless of everything. Why? Why must she resort to such vile ans?
"Landon!" Vera Yates was stunned for a mont, not expecting Landon’s reaction to be so strong; this was just about Clara, why did he care so much?
About to catch up, she was pulled back by the arm by soone beside her.
Miles Grant gently shook his head at Vera, his gaze drifting to the intimidating back profile as he said, "Now, I advise you not to go over. Landon may very well be furious now. Don’t you feel today’s situation is exactly the sa as when Landon was entrapped by Sienna five years ago?"
Five years ago?
Entrapped?
Drugged?
All the vocabulary jumped into her mind, making her retract her gaze guiltily, nodding and not making further noises.
The curious reaction of the woman made Miles Grant raise an eyebrow; Vera Yates’s reaction was quite unusual today.
Sienna looked at Clara, whose clothes were now completely falling apart, her once exquisite dress now torn by herself, large patches of skin exposed.
Yet no one dared to approach and pull her away. The now unusual Clara twisted her body like a water snake, throwing herself at the n around her.
The n nearby evaded her, those who didn’t dodge in ti caught in Clara’s clutches.
The entire banquet hall was already in a frenzy.
Felix Orwell turned to look at the two guilty-looking people. Although he wasn’t quite sure what exactly happened, their reactions gave Felix a rough idea.
"Sienna darling, is your body feeling any different?"
Sienna nodded blankly because there was indeed nothing wrong with her physically, but Felix’s reminder made her realize it.
Could it be that the glass of wine Clara had was problematic?
Why, though?
Clara was the one who prepared the wine tower; she of all people should know if there was an issue with a drink.
Why is it that Sienna didn’t have any issues after drinking, but Clara ended up like this?
Her gaze suddenly turned to her seemingly harmless son, who, feeling her look, quickly covered his little face, muttering with a series of head shakes, "Don’t look, don’t listen!"
Sienna laughed due to her son’s antics, but before she could question him further, Clara’s voice once again drew her attention over.
Evan Quinn, seeing Sienna not pursuing the questioning, let out a small sigh of relief.
Patting his chest in so relief, thankful that although he could only buy a little ti, at least a little was still sothing.
Right now, Clara, seeing a man, would pounce on him, her blurred eyes already manifesting the drug’s effects to the fullest.
"Brother, don’t leave!"
"I’m so hot, I want a hug!"
Clara’s face was flushed, tugging at her clothes while leaning towards the n, her restless body seeking a kind of relief.
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