Clara couldn’t believe it. Was that man sick? And I wasn’t a Mae family daughter? So it was them! They set me up! “Clara! You shameless woman!” A sharp voice suddenly rang out. Clara turned to see Victor Mae, his face full of anger. He threw a stack of photos at her, scattering them across the floor. Her face turned pale as she saw the images—her and a man leaving a hotel room one after another. How did these photos end up with Dad? Victor’s voice was cold. “You’ve disgraced the Mae family. Your engagement to Owen is canceled. Sylvie is carrying Owen’s child, and she’ll marry him. Pack your things and leave.” Hearing the commotion, people came out of their rooms. Owen watched indifferently while Sylvie smirked with triumph. “Clara, why are you still standing there? You’re not a Mae. Hurry up and pack your things and leave!” Clara finally understood. This was all a scheme to drive me out of the Mae family. “Fine, I’ll leave.” Clara returned to her room, grabbed only her ID card, and headed out. Sylvie stood with her arms crossed, looking smug. “Once you’re gone, everything in the Mae family will be mine!” Clara chuckled. “What are you laughing at!” Sylvie’s expression darkened as she saw Clara’s calm demeanor. Clara shrugged. “Just pitying you. Take whatever you want. Let’s see if you can hold onto it.” With that, she flipped her hair and walked out with confident strides. Archer was driving back to his office. While waiting at a red light, his peripheral vision caught sight of Clara walking along the roadside. The memory of last night flashed through his mind. That wild little minx had been bold and fiery, and just thinking about it sent a reaction through his body. Damn it! He rarely showed interest in women, and she was the first he’d been with. At the same moment, Clara noticed him. Her eyes blazed with fury as she recognized the man as the “gigolo” Sylvie had arranged for her. Storming over, she grabbed him by the collar. “You sick gigolo! You have AIDS and dared to show up again? Do you have a death wish?” Archer froze. I’m the powerful head of Dane Corp. My name could send shivers through Aurevia’s business circles, but she mistakes me for a gigolo with AIDS? Furious yet amused, he sneered. “You’re really something. You’ll make up any story to get close to me, won’t you?” Clara yanked open the car door, trying to drag him out. “Stop talking nonsense and come with me to the hospital for a check-up!” Archer didn’t expect her to be so strong. When she pulled at him, he accidentally hit the curb, losing his balance and falling forward. Instinctively, he grabbed Clara. She tried to push him away, but in the struggle, he fell against her, and their lips… They kissed. Both froze, eyes wide, as if struck by lightning. A strange feeling through their bodies, leaving them numb and shaken. For reasons neither could explain, their hearts rippled with an unfamiliar sensation. Unbeknownst to them, a paparazzo hidden nearby captured the scene in a flurry of clicks. The sound of honking horns behind Archer’s car jolted them back to reality. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Clara pushed him away and furiously wiped her lips, her face red as her heart raced wildly. Why am I feeling this way for a sick gigolo? Archer, his gaze dark, lightly touched his lips. Even with Mira, he’d never felt this way. That accidental kiss had sent his heart racing, and her taste lingered in his mind. If not for the cars honking, he might have wanted to continue… Clara punched his chest in frustration. “You’re intentionally spreading HIV, and that’s a crime. I’m going to make sure you rot in jail for this!”