Table of Contents

+ Add to Library

Previous Next

Chapter 2 Take Me With You

  • Before Clara could even scream, someone shoved a pill into her mouth.
  • She bit her lip hard and struggled, but the force overpowered her, forcing her to swallow it.
  • "Humph! Enjoy the ride," someone jeered as they pushed her into the crowd.
  • Clara stumbled in her high heels. She lost her balance and fell hard to the ground.
  • In the complete darkness, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her in just a few seconds.
  • Snap!
  • Suddenly, the ship's lights blazed on, revealing Clara curled up at the center of the deck.
  • Mocking laughter filled the air.
  • Her current state was truly pitiable.
  • Then, a group of men in black appeared. They swiftly cleared a path, and their actions suggested they were well trained.
  • And then he arrived.
  • He wore a tailored suit that accentuated his tall, imposing figure, a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, and emerald cufflinks actioned off at sky-high price. Every detail exuded nobility and power.
  • A collective gasp echoed around Leon Wood, a man of considerable influence on both sides. Surprisingly, this man had attended the wedding.
  • Sweat beaded Clara's forehead, her legs trembling.
  • "How did you end up like this?" Leon's deep voice reached her ears, laced with mockery.
  • That voice ... Startled, Clara lifted her head abruptly. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she muttered, "It's you."
  • "Not bad; you still recognise me," Leon remarked, removing his suit.
  • Clara gritted her teeth, knowing this man meant trouble.
  • However, she couldn't stay here.
  • She had to concede defeat.
  • "Take me with you," she murmured.
  • Her voice was barely audible, but Leon's gaze sharpened. Clearly, he understood her perfectly.
  • Moments later, Leon, known for being a clean freak, draped his jacket over Clara and lifted her with a firm grasp, striding out of the venue.
  • "Clara!"
  • Ryan pushed through the crowd, frustration evident in his clenched fists.
  • Leon paused. He turned around with a devilish smile and said, "Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Curtis. But you might want to consider seeing an ophthalmologist soon—I can recommend the best."
  • His words were a clear retaliation for Clara.
  • ...
  • Once away from the noisy crowd, Clara grabbed Leon's collar tightly. "Why are you here?" she asked.