RedNovelChapter 71
Clara was too weak to fight back, with blood trickling steadily from her forehead. The man had ripped open her
blouse and was about to go further when he was suddenly launched backward by a powerful kick. He crashed
into a sharp corner, immediately spitting out blood.
Outside the closed men's restroom door, Richard, dressed in all black, stood guard. He lighted up a cigarette,
telling anyone who approached, "You'll need to go somewhere else. We've got sprivate business going on
here." With his intimidating aura and narrowed eyes, Richard wasn't someone you wanted to mess with. Once
people recognized him, they quickly grabbed their friends and left.
Taking a drag from his cigarette, Richard leaned against the wall and called inside, "Take it easy. Your leg's still on
the mend."
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Inside, Dylan was crouched beside Clara, gently touching her forehead. The guy he'd kicked lay unconscious,
eyes rolled back.
The pounding was unbearable in her head. Clara instinctively sought comfort in the warmth of Dylan's hand.
"Can you stand?" he asked.
Clara wasbarely conscious and and didn't know who had saved her, but she found the scent around her soothing,
like a fresh mountain breeze.
As someone lifted her, she heard another man's voice say, "If people find out your leg's on the mend, do you
know how many more assassination attempts you'll face?"
Clara's head rested against a warm, solid chest. In her last moments of
awareness, she realized her head was bleeding and instinctively tried to pull away so she wouldn't dirty his
clothes. A gentle hand held her steady, and a voice, cold yet kind, reassured her, "It's okay, lean on me."
She let herself drift into unconsciousness, unaware of what was happening around her.
When Simon and his entourage emerged, they found the hotel being cleared out, hallways blocked off,
supposedly for the arrival of an important guest. Simon felt a flicker of irritation. Important guest? Everyone
coming to this hotel was someone significant, weren't they?
Jade took the opportunity to butter him up. "Mr. Simon, could it be someone from the Ferguson family?"
Simon thought of his uncle, but Dylan was notoriously difficult and rarely seen in public. It couldn't be him. With
a dismissive snort, Simon glanced around. "Where's Clara?"
A malicious glint shone in Jade's eyes. Clara hadn't cback yet, and she hoped that man had taken her to a
room. If so, Clara would be ruined, and no man would want her after that. She always used her looks to lure
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Jade smirked, "Maybe she's still chatting with the big bosses. She did just finish a major project." Their
colleagues joined in with mocking laughter. Simon didn't argue but turned to leave and look for her, only to be
stopped by Jade.
"Mr. Simon, do you still care about Clara?"
The question stopped him cold. He was used to Clara always chasing him, and now she was playing hard to get.
He couldn't show he cared first. Besides, he'd always been clear to everyone he'd never fall for Clara. Admitting
otherwise now would be embarrassing.
"Not at all. I'm just heading out. The main exit's blocked, so I'll take the side route. You all should head home,
too."
Jade breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god he didn't care. Clara deserved it. Even her childhood fiancé didn't care
about her anymore. How sad!
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