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.