PopularNovelChapter 263
"Of course you look great. That's a no-brainer. If you ever let the media have a
field day with you, they'd probably go on and on about how amazing you are. But you've always been clear-no
reports on your private life." Jackson, who was usually clueless about romance, squinted at Dylan as he spoke.
"Dylan, when a guy starts caring about his looks, it usually means he's got someone on his mind. So, you... got
someone?"
"Nope." Dylan glanced down at the coffee table, reaching for his drink.
Jackson quickly moved it out of reach. "That stuff's strong. Sure you wanna go for
it? You should watch your stomach. Heard Cedric gave you an earful the other
day. Maybe stick to something lighter if you're gonna drink."
As luck would have it, the bottle Dylan reached for was the sone Clara had been drinking from earlier.
Jackson chuckled to himself, thinking about Clara probably throwing up somewhere. "Clara's probably tossing her
cookies right about now. She should watch out-Moonlight's got plenty of sketchy types. If someone picks her up,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwho knows when she'd get away."
"Picked up?" Dylan raised an eyebrow, his fingers drumming lightly on the wheelchair's armrest.
Jackson smirked, thinking Dylan was clueless. "Yeah, it's when those drunks pass out on the street and someone
takes them home. They wake up the next day, and there's nothing they can do about it. Clara might not win any
popularity contests, but she's definitely got the looks."
Jackson sensed something was off with Dylan tonight. Normally, Dylan couldn't stand these social scenes, and it
took a lot of convincing to get him out. Even then, he'd never show up alone. Yet here he was.
"Dylan, you meeting up with Nicholas or Richard tonight?"
"Nope."
Then why are you here? Jackson was full of questions, but his phone buzzed-it was the woman he'd been seeing
lately. She was his type, both in and out of bed. He hadn't gotten bored of her yet.
"Gotta run. My lady friend wants to meet up. Maybe I'll introduce her to everyone someday."
Dylan noticed the grin on Jackson's face and, after a pause, asked, "Thinking of making it official?"
Jackson rubbed his chin, considering. "Maybe. Honestly, I'm pretty wild in bed, and she keeps coming back for
more. You should try it, Dylan. It's way more thrilling than any business deal."
"Hmm," Dylan replied noncommittally as Jackson quickly made his exit.
*nJackson reached his car and found Clara still there, leaning against the door, lost in thought.
"Jackson." Her face still had a hint of a smile, leaving Jackson at a loss for words.
He took the contract she handed over, tossing it into his car with a look of disdain. "Don't puke near my car."
"Jackson, if there are any issues with the follow-up contract, just letknow." Waving her off, Jackson hopped in
his car and drove away.
Clara stayed there, finally giving in and squatting down, her stomach on fire and sweat pouring off her. If she
hadn't forced herself to wait for Jackson, she would've called a cab to the hospital ages ago.
Now, she couldn't even stand, sweat dripping down her face. And just then, she ran into Eden.
Eden, with a crocodile leather purse in hand, was busy chatting with her friends about how much Dylan adored
her. Spotting Clara, she swaggered over, swinging her purse.
"Clara!" The others didn't dare intervene, seeing Eden's attitude.
Eden's purse hit Clara's head sharply, almost knocking her out. Struggling to her feet, Clara was met with a kick
from Eden.
"Clara, you just won't go away. Everywhere | go, there you are. It's bad luck. I'm telling you, stay clear of where |
am, or I'll beat you every tto teach you a lesson!" With that, she swung her purse again.
Clara's mind was a blur, too weak to dodge, her stomach cramping. Eden seemed satisfied, calling her friends.
"Alright, that was satisfying. Drinks are ontonight."
Sglanced at Clara, worried, but all feared Eden and followed her inside.
Clara lay on the cold ground, every hit throbbing, her stomach's pain acute. She didn't even feel like throwing
up, just tasted blood.
She truly despised Eden, and by extension, Dylan for letting Eden act this way. Clara was someone who stood tall
in the face of belittlement, with a stubborn determination.
Fueled by anger, she regained sclarity. After a while, she slowly stood up, unsure who to call, finally dialing
Megan.
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