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She took a deep breath and softened her tone.
"I'm heading out to grab those matching mugs and slippers right away. Just givean address, otherwise, how
am | supposed to track you down later?"
Z, surprisingly quick this time, rattled off an address. It was pretty out there, almost like the back of beyond,
outside the city limits.
Clara did a bit of sleuthing online about the place and found it was surrounded by rundown factories, looking all
deserted and bleak.
Her heart twinged. Had he been working in the shadows all this tand still couldn't afford a decent place?
She kept her thoughts to herself, simply saying she'd swing by that evening.
It had been ages since she'd hit the shops, so she arranged a mall meet-up with Megan.
Megan was game, and they met up at the shopping center.
While wandering through the luxury section, Clara's eyes landed on an eye- wateringly expensive pair of
slippers-two grand a pair, and they were a matching
set.
Megan, all dolled up for their outing, whistled softly when she saw them.
"Clara, don't you think that's a bit steep?"
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Clara reached for the slippers, but someone else's hand swooped in faster, followed by a mocking voice.
"If you're broke, don't even think about these. They're not for those who'd have to starve for months just to
afford a pair."
Clara turned to see Eden standing there.
Eden was all decked out with a hat, a braid, and dark sunglasses, looking every inch the heiress.
Seeing Clara, she sneered, giving the slippers a shake.
"Clara, you barely get any money from home. Who are you trying to impress? And your friend here, she looks like
she waits tables somewhere. Even if you can buy this stuff, | wonder where the money comes from."
Megan bit her lip, her cheeks flaming as people stared.
Clara pulled Megan behind her, keeping her cool as she looked at Eden.
"Ms. Eden, isn't that a bit harsh?"
Eden threw the slippers at Clara, hitting her head, making her wince.
"Too harsh? | haven't even begun! You troublemaker, you made Quinn cry every day, drove her into depression.
And at Ferguson Corporation, you dared to throw documents at me! Running intotoday is your unlucky day—
I've always disliked you."
Without missing a beat, Clara swung her handbag at Eden.
Blood trickled from Eden's forehead, and she held her wound, bursting into tears.
"Clara! Just wait! I'll have Dylan fire you! He'll make you pay! Just wait!"
Eden had cshopping solo to pick up a gift for Dylan, and now she was sobbing her way back to her car,
dialing Dylan's number between sobs.
Clara stood firm at the store entrance, then turned to Megan. "Megan, you okay?"
Megan's face was pale, and she shook her head. "Maybe we should check out someplace else. Ms. Eden wasn't
wrong, this stuff is pretty pricey."
Clara patted her shoulder. "It's all good. No one says you have to buy to look. Besides, I'm in a good mood since |
started dating. I'll get you a pair too."
Megan forced a smile, though her eyes showed a hint of doubt.
Clara bought two pairs of matching slippers and spotted a few white shirts she liked.
She'd felt Z's build before, guessing he was at least six feet and solidly built. Megan trailed behind, curious about
Clara's new guy.
"Clara, maybe you could bring your boyfriend out for dinner sometime? My treat. I'm just curious to see what
kind of guy you've picked."
Holding the shirts, Clara responded swiftly, "He's not handsome, and he's pretty self-conscious about it. If he's
not up for it, | won't push him. I'll ask, but he's probably not keen on going out right now."
A not-so-handsguy, a waiter-hard to picture Clara with someone like that. Megan swallowed hard, "So, how
far have things gone with you two?"
Clara chuckled, paying for her stuff. "Seems like you're really curious about him. We've moved fast, done all the
usual couple stuff, and we're really happy. But he does get riled up easily. Normally he's gentle, but when he's
mad, he's a tough one to calm down."
Seeing the twinkle in her eyes, Megan felt sure Clara was seriously dating a waiter.
She breathed a sigh of relief, cautiously asking, "Does Mr. Dylan know?" "Dylan?"
Clara was a bit taken aback. How did her relationship concern Dylan? Still, she replied, "Yeah, I told him. He
didn't have much to say about it."
They ended up with quite a haul: clothes, pants, mugs—Clara was juggling several shopping bags.
She had planned to treat Megan to a meal, but Megan got a call about having to work overtime, so they parted
ways.
Clara loaded her haul into her car. By then, it was 7 PM, and she rang up Z.
"Have you eaten? I'm still at the mall. Wantto bring anything over?"
"Not hungry, just waiting for you."
The phone felt hot in her hand, and her face flushed.
"Z, not mad anymore?"
He'd stormed off from the spa all huffy, and now he was cool? Men, right? They're
like mysteries wrapped in riddles.
"Wasn't mad at you."
"Alright, alright, not mad then. I'll cfind you."
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