RedNovelChapter 165
Eden felt her eyes start to water, and she bit her lip, running through the timeline again in her head. Simon
gently let go of her wrist and gave her a small, reassuring smile. "It's all good. You're free to go," he said.
Eden glanced at the red mark on her pale wrist, her eyes welling up from the pain. "Seriously, Simon, what's up
with you tonight? You're acting all mysterious. I'm done playing this gwith you." She stormed off downstairs,
clearly upset.
Back in his room, Simon immediately called one of the business partners who had been at the dinner. The man
had just returned hand was half-asleep, so he answered groggily.
"Mr. Simon?" he mumbled.
"Yeah, it's me. | need a quick word. Clara was at the dinner with you guys tonight, right? And Dylan too. What
tdid it wrap up?"
The partner paused, thinking. "Around seven, | guess. But Clara seemed a bit off. Didn't she used to dislike Mr.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDylan? Why were they in the sprivate room?"
He yawned. "Anyway, that's Ferguson Corporation's business, not mine."
Simon hung up, gripping his phone tightly. The dinner ended around seven, but Clara didn't leave the hotel until
after nine. Who was she seeing during that time?
Dylan also wrapped up around seven. He should've gone straight to meet Eden, but she mentioned he was late,
barely ate, and even ran into Clara on his way out. Even if Simon were clueless, he couldn't help but suspect
something was going on between Dylan and Clara.
Clara had even spent the night at Palm Bay, leaving with a mark on her neck, which she claimed was a mosquito
bite. All signs pointed to the truth: Clara and Dylan were romantically involved.
Simon's whole body trembled with anger, and something fierce was roaring inside him, desperate for release. He
turned on his heel, dashed downstairs, and drove straight to where Clara lived.
Clara was sleeping peacefully when the doorbell started ringing like crazy, echoing through her place. She
frowned, pulling a pillow over her head. Who in their right mind would ring a bell like that?
She wasn't about to deal with it, and even put on headphones to block out the noise. She finally found some
peace, but Simon couldn't rest. He had to see her tonight.
The doorbell ringing turned into pounding on the door until a door down the hall opened. Scarlette, in a silk
nightgown with her hair all over the place, stood in the doorway.
"Simon, what are you doing at this hour? You might not need sleep, but | do," she said, yawning.
Simon's eyes were red, and he paused when he saw her. "Scarlette?"
"Yeah, it's me. You're being way too loud. Clara's probably asleep. Whatever it is, can't it wait until tomorrow?
Keep this up, and none of us will get any sleep."
Scarlette was the adopted daughter of the Greenard family, known for her sharp business skills and powerhouse
presence. The rest of the Greenard family was wary of her, as they didn't want to share their inheritance with an
outsider, so she was often sidelined.
The Greenard heir, Nicholas, had a famously bad relationship with her. Not just bad, but downright hostile,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmaking them practically sworn enemies. As a result, Scarlette rarely visited the Greenard family's company,
choosing to work independently, where she thrived. In the Capital, everyone knew of the Greenard family's
adopted daughter, yet few dared invite her to events for fear of crossing Nicholas.
Simon's expression darkened. He wasn't close with Scarlette, but he mumbled an apology. "Sorry."
Scarlette looked him over, noting his disheveled state. "Mr. Simon, you look like a mess. Maybe take a breather.
If | were Clara, I'd be too freaked out to open the door."
But Simon couldn't chill out! He wiped his face, immediately dialing Aiden. "Where's Dylan?"
Aiden gave him a location. Dylan was out drinking with Richard and a few others. This group often hung out
together.
In the Capital, there was a little clique so exclusive, that it only had four members: Dylan, Richard, Jackson, and
Nicholas. Each one of them was a big shot in their networks, and they just so happened to be friends.
Simon sped over to Moonlight, a spot with a few rooms reserved exclusively for these four members. He barged
into the suite and saw Dylan, glass in hand.
Tonight, Dylan's vibe was different. Maybe the dim lighting gave him an air of indulgence.
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