Chapter 22 Thank You for Bringing Us Together
The jealous tone behind her was unmistakable. Clara didn’t even bother to turn around. She knew exactly who it was and wasn’t interested in wasting a glance on her.
With a cold smirk, Sylvie taunted, “Mr. Dane, I’m sure Clara hasn’t told you that she slept with at diseased gigolo, has she? If you knew, you’d never have married her. But secrets don’t stay hidden forever. You’d better think twice before letting her infect you. That’d be a real tragedy.”
Clara clenched her fists. She had no intention of engaging, but Sylvie was becoming more outrageous by the second. Taking a step closer, Clara’s icy gaze locked onto Sylvie, whose confidence faltered as she instinctively stepped back.
“What are you doing? Everything I said is true!” Sylvie stammered, her voice tinged with panic. “Stay back! If you dare touch me, Owen will–ah!”
Before she could finish, Clara slapped her hard across the face.
The slap echoed loudly, leaving Sylvie’s cheek red and swollen. The onlookers gasped in shock.
Archer, who had been silently watching, raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Clara’s voice was cold. “Where’d this stray dog come from, barking up a storm? Keep it up, and I’ll have animal control deal with you.”
The crowd burst into laughter, further humiliating Sylvie.
Sylvie’s face turned red with anger. “Clara, don’t think that marrying well gives you the right to act arrogant! You’re just trash in a pretty package, a cheap-”
Before she could finish, Archer’s glare silenced her. His sharp eyes cut through her like a blade, making her recoil.
Clara flexed her wrist. “I guess I didn’t hit hard enough the first time for you to learn your lesson.”
With another resounding slap, Clara sent Sylvie sprawling to the floor.
“Ah! Clara, you wretch! How dare you hit me again!”
Clara’s tone was icy. “I hit you because I wanted to. Do I need explain myself? For eight years, you insulted me, trampled on my dignity, and I tolerated it because I treated you as my sister. But now that I’ve severed ties with the Mae family, why should I keep putting up with you?”
Sylvie stared at Clara in disbelief. When did she become so bold?
Even Archer seemed surprised. He had never seen this side of Clara before, and he found it unexpectedly amusing.
Sylvie’s expression changed, turning soft and pleading as she looked toward Archer. “Mr. Dane, please help me. She’s so rude and violent!”
Chapter 22 Thank You for Bringing Us Together
Archer turned his face away, ignoring her entirely.
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Sylvie’s attempt to play the victim was laughable, and even the crowd found her performance. ridiculous.
Clara sneered. “Sylvie, for years, you’ve tried to take everything I’ve ever cared about–people and things alike. I let it go in the past, but let me warn you now. If you try it again, I won’t hold. back.
Sylvie’s eyes darted nervously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop accusing me!”
Clara expected her denial and smirked. “Although we’ve been at each other’s throats for years, I still have to thank you. After all, you’re the one who brought me and my husband together.”
She deliberately emphasized the words “my husband,” making sure Sylvie heard every syllable.
Hearing Clara’s words, Archer’s lips curved ever so slightly, an inexplicable warmth stirring in his heart.
Sylvie looked bewildered. “What nonsense are you spouting? How did I bring you and Mr. Dane together?”
Clara leaned in, her voice low but cutting. “That night, I wasn’t ruined by a gigolo. Instead, I ended up with Mr. Dane. Congratulations, Sylvie. After years of scheming against me, you accidentally became my matchmaker.”
Sylvie’s eyes widened in disbelief. She sank to the floor, muttering, “Impossible… How could it happen like that?”
Jealousy consumed her as she glared at Clara. Why is this wretch so lucky? Why wasn’t it me with Mr. Dane? What does she have that I don’t?
Seeing Sylvie’s pitiful state, Clara let out a mocking laugh.
Archer glanced at his watch, his patience wearing thin. He motioned to a nearby sales assistant. “If you let irrelevant people keep wasting my time, you’ll lose my business.”
“Apologies, Mr. Dane,” the assistant said hastily. “Please follow me. We’ll remove the disturbance immediately.”
