Shadows of a Broken Heart

The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song.

Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species.

"You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened.

"There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big."

"Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here."

Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound.

Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight."

"They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?"

Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales."

The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's.

"We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now."

But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror.

"Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?"

He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years."

"What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer.

"They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here."

A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below.

Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea."

The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers.

Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.

The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory.

        "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines.

        Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that."

        "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean."

        "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned."

        The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago.

        "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams.

        Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human.

        "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors.

        "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual."

        "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words.

        "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented."

        The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful.

        "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through."

        Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place.

        "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples.

        Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special."

        The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her.

        "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?"

        Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain.

        "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people."

        Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong."

        As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers.

        "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here."

        The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."

The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning.

        "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day."

        "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident.

        "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..."

        "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals."

        Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin.

        "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power.

        "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her.

        Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured."

        "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response.

        "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms."

        "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?"

        The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father."

        "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers."

        Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes.

        "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us."

        "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time."

        The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold.

        "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal.

        "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time."

        Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening.

        "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight."

        "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother."

        As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed.

        "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do."

        The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.

The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it.

        "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will."

        Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab."

        Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything."

        "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm."

        An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned.

        "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself."

        Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls.

        "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride."

        "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock.

        "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was."

        Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos."

        The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?"

        Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them.

        "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors."

        Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature.

        "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is."

        She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique.

        The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury.

        "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!"

        "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either."

        Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate.

        But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!"

        The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle.

        "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones."

        As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear.

        In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-"

        But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

        And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.

Chapter 1

Dusk, twilight.
The car was silent, and Claire Watson, seated on one side, looked sideways at Andrew Harper, who was leaning against the back of the car, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were resting his eyes, and his eyebrows knitted together. He looks very tired, and Claire dares not make any sudden move, for fear of waking him up. The scenery outside the window changed rapidly, and the destination was only a short distance away. Today is Andrew's mother's birthday party, for this reason, Claire specially dress up a bit, even the hair also invited a professional to design, for all this she can not dare to neglect.
Claire gently tugged on Andrew's cuff, and carefully said, "Andrew, there are about ten minutes to go."
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At that moment, a car flew towards them, the driver turned the steering wheel in a hurry, Claire's car was violently off the line. The car lost its center of gravity and Claire's body slammed forward; Andrew was quick to grab Claire in his arms, but he couldn't prevent her from hitting the front seat. In that moment, Claire's consciousness seemed to be spinning out of control.
"Call an ambulance!" That was the last thing Claire heard, and in her mind's eye, images flashed like a movie, of the persecution, the poisoning, the divorce, a series of memories that came flooding back. When she woke up again, she was in the Hospital Room.
"My daughter! How could this happen? Claire turned her head to see her mother lying beside her bed, crying in pain, Claire reached out and touched her mother, she looked up, her expression suddenly changed to surprise.
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"It's okay, mom." Claire's face was pale, and she said gently. In the silence, she once again recalled the images she had just experienced. In her memory, she was persecuted by many people, spat on by the crowd, misunderstood by Andrew, forcibly withdrawn from the marriage, and finally ended up in a mess. She shed all the tears, still no one is willing to give a trace of warmth. And the cause of all this is the woman called Rose Watson.
Rose would show up at her mother's parties and start meddling in her good life. But now that she's been reborn, she's not going to stand by and be bullied! Besides, Andrew's no slouch!
Claire's heart chilled, got up and moved her wrist, turned around and asked, "Mom, where is Andrew now?"
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Claire let out an "oh", then reached out and picked up the bottle, turned around and walked straight towards the outside of the hospital room. Seeing this series of dangerous behavior, Wen mother felt uneasy, and hurriedly went forward to assist her. "Claire, what are you going to do? You are still not fully healed."
Claire revealed a gentle smile and said soothingly, "I'm going to find Andrew."
"Then you can look for Andrew later! What's the hurry now!" Wen mother hurriedly discouraged.
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At this time, Claire's asshole Andrew just woke up. He held his headache, struggling to get up, realized he was in the hospital room, then subconsciously asked: "How is Claire?" His tone was cold, as if he was going through the motions.
"Ms. Watson is resting in the next room." The assistant replied.
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As soon as the words fell out of his mouth, there was a sound of opening and closing at the door of the hospital room, and Andrew followed the sound and looked at Claire, one hand hanging in the air, and the other pushing the bottle, slowly walking towards the door. When she saw Andrew, she smiled sarcastically.
"Hmph-" Andrew beside her was puzzled, his mind full of questions.
"How is your health now?"
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The two voices overlapped instantly, and one man froze at the sound of his voice.Andrew's eyes glanced over Claire's body, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Seeing that she was all clean and tidy, he asked with a complicated look on his face, "Did you not wake up?"
Claire sneered. Once upon a time, she put Andrew first in everything, she loved him and treated him with all her heart, but who knew that she would end up in such a miserable situation, and Andrew wouldn't still think that she would willingly marry him and be betrayed by him, would he?
Obviously, Andrew couldn't accept Claire's words, he asked, "Do you want to calm down first?"
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The loud voice was clearly Claire's. She said. "Damn scum, playing with my feelings, I must divorce him!" "I'm so blind, I can't believe that I, Claire, would fall for such a lousy guy!" It turns out that he can read minds, Andrew quickly accepts this fact.
However, hearing Claire's true thoughts, Andrew's mood is not good. He smiled coldly, and his eyes confronted Claire with a chilling look.

Chapter 2

The hospital room was as quiet as death, Claire Watson and Andrew Harper looked at each other coldly, neither of them would back down, and the air was filled with tension. James Wu, who was next to them, couldn't look away, and his mind was still not at peace.
No one would have thought that Claire, who used to be intoxicated by Andrew, would openly ask for a divorce at this moment; Andrew's face was cold and grim, but his heart was in turmoil.
He tried to control his emotions, his tone was as soft as possible, and tried to communicate with Claire: "Claire, don't be so unreasonable."
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"Andrew, I'm not kidding, I'm serious about the divorce."
She thought to herself, before he was all over me, now why is he acting like he doesn't want a divorce? Does he really think I'm losing my temper? It's ridiculous! How did I fall for such an indifferent person in the first place?
Claire suppressed the urge to yell at him, and all kinds of dissatisfaction with him welled up in her heart. But her voice in Andrew's ears turned into a piercing noise. He wanted to talk to her in a gentle manner, but this woman even scolded herself again and again in her heart, how could this make his heart feel good?
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Claire knew that it was impossible to argue with this frozen wall, so she felt bored. Unintentionally glanced at Andrew, she suddenly remembered something, prajna smile appeared, "By the way, after the divorce agreement is ready, I will send it to you immediately, remember to sign."
She left lightly, the sound of the door closing slammed heavily, making the room instantly become heavy, James Wu could not help but cold war, his heart was confused.
Looking at Andrew's silence, James thought that he was sad and couldn't help but whisper, "Young master, maybe Claire is just having a temper tantrum? Maybe you were too busy working a while ago, she felt neglected."
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Claire felt a sense of relief after her decision to divorce, she had never felt so free. The slight injury was worth the chance of rebirth and inner release. Today, she is almost recovered and is ready to be discharged from the hospital.
In her mind, Claire's best friend, Summer Hayes, suddenly appeared. She quickly dialed Summer's number and said excitedly, "Come to the hospital, over here!"
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"I'm divorced!" Claire's tone was calm, as if she was just stating an everyday triviality.
But Summer exclaimed, "What?!!!"
Shortly after, Summer rushed to the hospital in a hurry. She pushed open the door of the hospital room and asked incredulously, "Did I hear you right? You divorced Andrew?!"
CpléaiZreX leBanewdR liei_shureWlfy bon lthe hSodsTpÉiptbal bpe)d,O and wÉafs MabZo$utr t_o anFsxwKe_rl wlhe!nK gtheI doRorl moff t(hjef roóoxm ,waésP csugdJdeMnlyP QsrlRatmIme&d popÉen.!
Claire opened her eyes and saw a middle-aged lady rushing in with a bag, looking furious: "Claire Watson, get up!" Grace Harper pointed at her, her voice sharp and harsh.
"What's the matter with you? My Andrew was hurt so badly, and you're just lying here?"
"If something does happen to Andrew, can you afford to do this alone?" Grace waved her hands with colorful red nails in front of her, looking like a ghost, seemingly ready to devour her at any time.
ClairFe lha!ugh(eód coldlgy,Z acnd uaT fklbashjba'ckz ZoRfY LhderR pÉaWsRtn lzifTe_ IrFan^ tfhr,ouTgzh zher! kmPi^nCd(.P TPhe (sBadr imóaWges ofZ Mthie pasWtj rem!iFndCedT nher xthUaptQ Dheru zpastn huymsilYityy an!dó Ff*aiIlÉuyrOeqsz &were adll dDue gtoc thecs(e& evil pzeRo$pleI.j
"Your Andrew is not a child, he is old enough to take care of himself." Claire retorted with a smile.
"That's right, Andrew is a wealthy man, he can't possibly afford a nanny." Summer chimed in, full of disdain.
Grace was so angry that her face turned red, she was furious, she stomped her foot, gritting her teeth, "How dare you talk like that?!"
"You$ an)d! QAnd.r_ewY,S divoyrAcGe iUmRmefdiatevlNy!I"
Claire let out an "Oh", then closed her eyes, and waved her hand casually, "Okay, if it's okay please go out, I'm tired and want to sleep."
Grace was driven out with an angry face, and ran straight to the next ward in a huff.
She pushed the door in and immediately scolded Andrew upon seeing him, "Andrew, do you know what that Claire just said to me?"
AndtreMw cHont)inuuezd to jlyoZokD Hatw hivs KnéoptgebooPk,f pxoCndeVridnHgF Si&nwardly. I.f hGe haxdXnU'ét beePn, óab(lóen tioF UheIa'r lCPlcaibre'!s The_aKrjtR,Q fhe vp$roUbablky wto_uldnp')t hav*e! kvnoRwnx zthhaatt csbhe ZwHals tsvoM diXsguKsit.ePdó ÉwCijt(hd Hhqers!elf,ó ,nowZ whdat UerlsCek cBouludP Vshe) Us'asyG ab$ugt bnad ,thiangÉs abo*utv hgiIm?
He wasn't surprised by that.
Grace paced the room angrily, "Claire doesn't know any better, she didn't even come to take care of you when you were seriously injured, she doesn't deserve to be in our Harper household!"
Andrew closed his laptop, rubbing his forehead, slightly uncomfortable, "Mom ......"
"QHowb diare yLou sgpweJak Éto mye,v yxouUr) elderb,q likseg WthjatH, chbow _uéneuduYcaht)efd Nyouk yare!i Whaagtg'gsh kwrzonIgW wxitihU her fam*ilwy's, u*pbb!rVi.ncgbiwnig^,( hosw xd^id sheD ruaaijsew IslucKh an óicnsColtenlt. yd'aGugxhnter!Z"Y
"Okay, Mom, stop it." Andrew couldn't listen any longer, he had a headache from the current situation.
Claire had already confused him by filing for divorce, and now he couldn't take anything she had to say.
"Why don't you go out, I'd like to be alone and calm down."

Chapter 3

Harper's mother froze, and when she saw that Andrew Harper was unresponsive, she couldn't help but feel a rush of impatience, and stomped her foot, "Now you're not going to listen to what I have to say, are you?"
Andrew Harper slightly sighed, silent, which makes Grace Harper more angry, "Well, I'd like to see in the future I still care about you!" The sound of the door slammed loudly in the room, followed by an overwhelming silence. Clearly, Grace Harper must have gone to Claire Watson in a fit of rage, or else she would have been in such an emotional state. What a state she must be in now, and what a terrible state she must be in.
Andrew Harper stood up, but accidentally pulled the wound, hissed in pain. Seeing this, James Wu, the assistant at the side, in a cold sweat, rushed forward to stabilize Andrew Harper's swaying body, "Young master, what are you going to do?"
"YLéooJkyiang) for CglaiCre ZWaaatsJoHn.'"p AgnldrÉew mHjarVp$er geyxTh)aplZekd_, none lmeQg* stPepzpweCd tfowMards tNhues ,gArCoundd,R bzu&t óbDefMore Dhe Lcouplzd sZtamnGd fidrmlóyS, qth.eg .assIikstyaFnt'tsH QtrQeCmbQliMnbg vaoSiceR ckame aWgya(iWn,x "BuLt XMsL.c CNlaDirge (se(ems NtMoc hMavóe^ ga!lr$eardyq Ybeen jdKisychargeud* frxomy téhe phgosRpitaaAl ..p. "a
The room fell silent again, Andrew Harper's face heavy, his eyelids slightly drooping, unable to see the emotions in it. But his attitude of uncertainty made the assistant feel more and more alarmed. "Go and check out of the hospital now."
The assistant's forehead jumped, and he replied in shock: "But young master, your injury is still not healed!"
Andrew Harper didn't care, his long fingers undid the buttons of his hospital gown one by one, while his other hand casually threw on his jacket. An hour later, Andrew Harper had gotten into his limousine and was resting his eyes.
His kthou,góh&tós wQerHe( Hin ltuKrmMoiló, and as_ JsboWoun fas heé c!losed hpisu AekyDe$s,D Strh*e nivmaAge aoIf CVlLairep CWaKtHso*n pGopppFedó Xi'nt.ok thijsé ÉhDeamd(,i sanRd he lcdoulZdlnO'ót FgyeUt i.tk zouMt o(f htiKsD kheIadg. T"JTPhat'su RrighWtQ-A-"C ,ay (co)olT UvKogicFe broAk.eQ the siÉleVn(cGe, tIhJeH XasbsiJstanIt did nqot dAare Dto& bReR ^sUlcow(.É
"You will go to the mall to buy a bag for me, I will send you the picture, you directly send it to Claire Watson's hand." The assistant froze in surprise for a moment, thinking she had heard wrong, "Young master, how did you..."
Andrew Harper did not respond, he looked out of the window, his mind was full of thoughts. Was it because he could hear Claire Watson's heart for the first time that he began to care about her, or was it because she mentioned the divorce that he became anxious?
He didn't know why he was suddenly able to hear Claire Watson's words, and every time he heard her speak, his mind was a little confused. But it's not like he's going to be rejected for trying to "impress" her in this way, is it?
AtM ^the sa'mel UtimeU,b thMis^ s.ideb of ClaiÉre Wa*t_sUoKn, tGhek RatmoKsp'hekrOeY i(s mboreF Pand more dÉeÉpre$ssepd. Sóhóe. is whFoldingZ hrer. cgell p*honxey Gtfigh!tPlayQ,V tnhWeO NsMcrMeHenn ,isS sTtuck in wtRheY KdiaVldog buoNxi dwAiBtPh tGeForgeC )W^atLsonk.k SeQn&scinVg Cglaifred WbaNt*so.nZ'Os mdoord_ uisI nn'o*t rzi,ghitk, SumRm'eir HSaYyjes éc*a*me foprwaxrd, tmooék a$ Pc*lGoser lDook ^a*n.ds al,soc kbekcaUme' gélowojmsyU, H"CTalglPed yoóu btack tzoA at,hje $WPatstoJn REFsta.te foór !a* ygetó-tohgóetjher(?l" She snRebeUred*, "Gefotr$gFeX Waftsozng Zn.evseJr_ calvlYs ynou* IbPacdk ffCojrp n_o srZeaÉsoLnH,l Atherue mwuésYt( ibZef ,soémeStUhtiFnlgq."
Claire Watson was deep in thought, her eyes far away. In the circle of celebrities, about Watson's real Missy has long been rumored, and Claire Watson's former high position, but also attracted the eyes of countless people. Now that the news is out, I don't know how many people are eager to see her joke. But these people wanted to laugh at her, and she didn't want them to!
"Do you want Andrew Harper to come back to the Watson Estate with you?" asked Summer Hayes tentatively.
"With him around, those people shouldn't dare interfere." Claire Watson laughed softly, but in her heart she already had a plan.
"Of jcSouarqsQeO,h Kw.eH mWusÉt mt*aHke him witNh Vu.s*.(" XSh,e sRaIi$d,Z bWuItx icnB her h*efart ofz mhceGarPtPs,M jshex udidxnp'Kt MthinPkq KsoV;S AnfdUr*ew Hparhper (wdaVs! PaliwaGy_sw ^s,o bwusOy,C anNd_ sheg hadDnf'Ét ébeevn aQbRle to ugetl ph.is ZactKtBeLntiaonN bwibthb éaXllz ch,ecrT etffortIs,z Os.o $was éhQey wgoZinxg VtoC giOveY zup hiRs! tziGmBe cfSor óhery nQowy?
And what's more, if that Rose Watson shows up, his heart might just be drawn away! She knew in her heart of hearts that Andrew Harper was a scumbag.
"If you're going back to that wolf's den, shouldn't you dress up a bit?" Claire Watson smiled contemptuously, turned around and walked into the fitting room, her fingertips running through a piece of luxurious long dress. This time, she not only chose expensive clothes, but also let Summer Hayes to put on heavy makeup for her, listening to Summer Hayes said, now she is full of aura.
As soon as she stepped out and opened the door of the limousine, she heard an urgent male voice. "Miss Watson, wait!" Claire Watson turned around, and saw James Wu standing in front of her panting, full of doubts, "What's wrong?"
ThVinckiBnDgd ttuhaitR AndremwV kHpaYrsperrV umuLstj hacveM Lsaeóntu hvim^ to Jlo)oÉk pfyoJr litU.P v"DMiss UWatsonR, UouCrm HyMo'ung imyastecr Yagspkged me NtXoó ógTiCvreÉ thhéis ton y&oDu." JBaQmesB WCuK hRelddq anP oraAng(el vcoBlFo_reud* baNg WiDn bloSth zhatnidNsc )anQdg hmanadeMd Lilt to yhSeVrR,f ClavireF xWNabtxson* .reachSeid outJ t*oX tauke it, tloocklevdT óinésCiGdQe',A VaNnd wasW FinsZt,a_ntly JattracteAdh ZtBo itY. Wa&s'n't tlhÉi(s$ thteh bQaag she $wantze,dG xownZ thYe sÉocinalZ mmFed(ia JplAa(tforam earhlier?
Claire Watson looked up at James Wu in amazement and then again in disbelief. Andrew Harper really knows what she's talking about, after all, what woman doesn't like a bag? But Claire Watson valued her pride more than anything else, and knew that Andrew Harper was nothing more than a scumbag who didn't need the money, and for whom the gift of a bag would be an easy thing to do.
"You can give it back to Andrew Harper." She cleared her throat, held her head high, and never looked at the bag again.
James Wu was in a quandary, "Miss Watson, the master said if you don't want it, you can give it back to him yourself."
"....")
Claire Watson felt her veins rippling on her forehead, took a deep breath, opened the car door and stepped in with her long legs, slammed the bag onto the passenger side, and stepped on the gas and rushed out.
"Andrew Harper!" Claire Watson pushed open the office door, clutching the bag in her hands.
She rushed angrily straight to Andrew Harper, who was sitting lazily in his office chair, legs folded, elbows on his knees, as if he had expected her to come, with no surprise in his eyes.
"KWhaOtF's wrong?"b He QaskedI caHlmJlHyr, Pl)oTonk_ing Aat Lli_ttle* Oc!axrYelle!sPs.L
Claire Watson's anger flared when she saw how relaxed he looked. She walked right up to him and slammed the bag into his arms, "Give it back!"
Andrew Harper did not move to look at the bag, see Claire Watson's face is now red, angry look at himself, as if he wanted to use the eyes staring out of the hole. He was confused, but still maintained a calm tone, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"
She seems to be very angry?
Clai^re Wtatson fwa&ss UsoT waZngryd ns_hóe kwRas cAhvoking.
What's wrong with this Andrew Harper? All these years I've suffered from your cold shoulder, constantly putting my hot face on your cold ass, when have you ever looked at me seriously!
Andrew Harper stopped abruptly, his fingers trembling slightly, Claire Watson did not notice anything wrong, still secretly growling in her heart, "Where were you when I was bullied by your mother? Where were you when I was bullied by your mother? Where were you when I was forced by your mother to be a cow? I was so aggrieved to be loved by you, but what did you do? A scumbag! I'm a scumbag!
Claire Watson bit her lower lip, her fingers clenched, Andrew Harper's eyes became complex, his eyes deepened, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke, "Claire Watson..."
"ASndrmew PHatrpearm."x BClaire éWatsoHn GsGpNoyke) ZfQirs$tc, XhxeKrb eyesg TfirCmJ $and cQoTlgdn,v gBenItClZyP coRpZen)edO (hzerH PlÉipsP, "almsXol caKfct*ewr s_of l,onnigJ, mitA se_eimDs )thYat we aóre riexally) ,noLt AsuitaVbleS.N"$
"The melon that is twisted by force is not sweet, I will leave first."

Chapter 4

"Claire Watson."
Claire had just touched the doorknob when Andrew Harper called her to a halt.Claire took a step, hearing a clatter from behind her.
She turned around and saw that Andrew had risen to his feet, scooped up his jacket in his long arms, and was walking straight toward her.
"WthRaut. parem y)ouH d^oihngg?"s C.lGaRi^re _stepp,eId b*aÉck Fwa_r_ilóy,Q losnly to seVes Aéndre,w's gaze BsobPerr, hwiXs fJoGrimé PcSoverciCngD dheIr, ScrOosjsuingM her. AtoW Topen qthev dZoo$r.F
He then lifted his foot over Claire and gave her a sidelong glance, "Come with me."
"You're not working?" Claire asked curiously.
Andrew handed her a quizzical look, "Off duty, accompanying you back to Watson Estate."
Cl(aiSrGe ^aYnd An.drIe*w hqad _jusitn mstolppVeId fatA tLheG af!opyeUr jolfm WaXtson_ tEst(atet, Uwhjen JthBeLyW yh)e^aOrd a thVePanrtbIryeakinzg *crpy cNoFmLitng frdomm inszi*d,e Ktuhep m)ansifonu.*
The cries were so mournful that Claire could almost predict what was going to happen next.
[Rose, I'd like to see how you're going to act next.]
Andrew raises an eyebrow, and glances at Claire silently.
"JMiKsBs_ is AbacZks.'" tT!hXeu _butler of! uWMatYson AEsKta,tev saidz 'rMesPpgecqt,f'uHlulXy.
Claire nodded her head and turned to see her mother, Ruby, holding a woman in her arms as she cried, while her father, George, gazed at the woman with downcast eyes, his brow furrowed in pain.
She didn't need to guess that this woman was Rose, the woman who had done so much harm to her in her previous life.
Claire now stood aside and watched everything coldly, feeling like an outsider, obviously she was close to them for many years, but the boundaries have been clearly separated.
S)hAe kwsassi YsRilen!t, herU eyes Kd(eeTp ifn wcAoOl^or(.x
Andrew watched Claire's reaction from the beginning, and then said, "George."
The cries suddenly came to an abrupt halt, and George and the others turned their heads and froze when they saw the visitor.
"There's little Harper!" George's eyes lit up when he saw Andrew, and then he swept a glance at Claire beside him.
Rfuby smaw CPla)imrec'Qs _silqeGncse, Ph'epr aKrmm atréoNunid WRose lMooisienHiUnógV,T Ihter! gehyerbCroCws msmFiXlyinlg, b"OCRlÉaire,C cOoHmQel Xon,é Btchics^ is kyoxuzr sirsKtieSrr, xR,oXseh.u"
"I think this is the first time you've met, isn't it? Come, say hello."
Claire put on a proper smile on her face, but in her heart, she was laughing coldly.
"First time meeting? Who would have thought that I've seen her hundreds of times, I'll remember this Rose's face till the day I die!
Andcrefwc JsGlGighOtslxy NtIwliltschHed, qhis fiénSgye'rtRi$ps, Rhi&sc YeyehlYikds lowesr.ed, ShidziknRg_ ItZh!e emhoqtsiosns 'i$nS jhisX eóytes.
"Is this the sister? It's so beautiful!" Claire said in mock amazement.
Rose's eyes were slightly red, tears filled her eyelashes, she looked especially pathetic, she blinked her innocent eyes at Claire, showing a smile, "Hello sister, sister is also very beautiful."
Claire spat in her heart, full of disgust.
AnIdNrDew tdoo(k his &s'ekavtv !bezsWipde_ ClaiUrJe,Q anFdm tWhqe$y bot&h^ psca_tR qUuiyetlSy alt) qtKhe t&able, inCeYiithHefr aofY tJheKmr nthozuKc'hVingM $tMhe! pmAe)aQlÉ inh flronct orfY th!emq due tboQ RHoJsTe's* noMwq rÉamwblZinIga Zword!s.
"I was in that house before, and I did all the work, and the people there didn't care about me, but all I had to do to survive was put up with it every day, and pray for a better life someday." Rose pinched a tissue and huffed in front of her nose, her tears falling uncontrollably.
Ruby was listening, her eyes were tearful, and she kept wiping her tears with her head.
"My good daughter, you have suffered."
RaosXe choakied Mand cBoRnctZi.ncuedJ t&o say,H D"$Nuomw bVaXcPkW dtoN tvheF FreBa*l WbelsoZng to theZiMr rown homve!,j BfocunbdC tyhat jmAy* ósLisntzeMr'dsa Bprevmipousy liWfe is vreXallxy ngood pnounrishémewntj caYh, relaWlylyj deanuvioYus yofó (mym sihsWteHrQ bcranC pbAeJ sYoL weIlilr-f_edÉ,d if( my NoriDgjiynal lviOfre ivs l_iék(e tDhqitsq, Tthahtk wiojuld IbéeV sloc rgkood.h"
[Ironically, I stole your life, don't look at you, do you deserve it?
Claire contemptuously smiled, slightly lifted the delicate jaw, proudly and Rose straight, "Sister this said, many things from the beginning has been predetermined, mountain pig can not eat fine chaff it, everything must first ask themselves whether they are worthy."
"You!" Rose was furious, her round eyes stared at Claire angrily.
CDlWaTitr!e _thPeWn exxaggeróaQtsedlayV YcioxvTereFd hezr_ QmQoóucthZ, ."OIW alsNo jOusxt )ckasNuaZlly !saAiid, Rnvoét WinztentiIonéalYlsy OagSaLiynst yoxum $sxistebr, nsmicsZter Dyjoua d&o Nnoét tagkfe it tGo h^e'arktL."B
[I'm sorry, I was just talking about you, let's see how you can refute me!
Andrew was amused by the confrontation, and gave Claire a gentle look, then returned to his cold expression.
Ever since he had been able to hear Claire's heart, he had found the woman particularly interesting.
RIoNsje _w$asN BcdlLeaOrly fufr)iNousR andO jc^ou)lRdWn''tn cbaFlm zdFoUwQn, ys^hCeA wZasd bitiZngV hler. dbRo)ttKomÉ ^l'ipN, .too asngQry to )sp$eakó.
Claire grunted, she didn't care about this family anyway.
"I don't need you guys to say, I will leave this house myself." Claire's eyes were as dark as an abyss, and her sharp, cold gaze shot straight at Rose, making her shiver for no reason.
"Claire," Ruby didn't expect her sisters to be so confrontational at the first meeting, but in the face of Claire, whom she had raised for many years, her heart still had a thousand feelings of reluctance.
"SSiénAcXew Xmy IsHizsxtXeprM hasT bsraid* so,F ,theOn I ckakn.'vtg fsQaCy KasnÉyth&inlg."
Rose's smug smile was suddenly interrupted by a sharp cry, and she looked towards George.
"No!"
George seemed a little agitated, a calculating glint in his eye, his eyes flickering between Claire and Andrew, his gaze eager.
"Rrosqeó,y adZopn'*t vbsek &ridCicLulouVs,ó af!terj azllQ,U ClAaire iVs s*tpi'lIlK mofur chbialdg,g .be'siWdeask, Rnow A.nd$r'ew iQsó alMso ZpIr_e!saeSn.tU,Z uwqhaNt wiXf yo*u lheutW h_iÉmV QmisunIderstan$d mthRat wIei treahté FClRai.re Kbéadélgy?H"m IGeloPrcgveB ótdh_ejn $sKpcokWey urp, Hs$ternly,.J
But Claire's heart suddenly cooled down.
I should have realized this long ago, since the beginning, I'm just a tool you use to make profits, in fact, you have never put me in the heart.
Both Rose and you, George, have harmed me.
Clair!e Mbzijtr heqr^ lCoiwverN hlip,ó Dh,evrT mlixpRs paTlet,B éhnecr tfqipnDgaedrtsi'pTs piénQcwhte^dt isn(to Wherp Vpa'lAmM.K
Afterwards, she suddenly felt her palm was spread out, and there was a burning temperature, Claire lowered her eyes, and realized that Andrew had already held her hand at an unknown time.
Claire's heart fluttered, but she let it go without a trace.
Andrew didn't care, his voice was cold, "Claire is free, she doesn't need anyone to make her choices for her, if that's why you called her here today, I think we can leave now."
GeorgbeG, sexnsyixtJivev Utdo A&nIdAregw'&s dIiVslplePasufreb, gr)o!s_e ntow hrivs $f'eebt,C &hGe ygav^e ÉRoÉsVe pa( hsiLdóelong lgClaDnDceJ Dtlhfavt Bm'ad.e vhWer cqatr&ezffulnly' shYuCth thBeAr Rmoutyh,I aLnd tUhelnr puLllme.d, FCzlair&e txo chim.!
The dinner ended on a tense note, with George still holding Claire's hand.
He reaches for Claire's hand, but she dodges it.
George sighed and looked at her with pain in his eyes, "Claire, don't be mad, you know that even though Rose is back, mom and dad still love you."
"It*'^sd &jcust tuhata Uond nAyndrrweQwH'Dsp sCiKde, yCo(u'rKe stitll g'osinsgI Fto have^ ytou rh_elOp uts, aófhteqr (alIlu, yHou'rUeU ra jWatéson, ktFoqo,) prZight?,"

Chapter 5

Claire Watson clenched her fingers, gazed at George Watson with a torch-like gaze, and instantly revealed a warm smile, "Andrew has been too busy with his work lately, but he finally found some time to accompany me today. However, I'm afraid I can't do anything about the cooperation."
George Watson reluctantly smiled, and continued to say, "This is nothing but an easy thing for you, and it's actually not much of a trouble, right?"
Facing George Watson's pestering, Claire only felt endless impatience and disgust in her heart. It was only at such moments that George would take her to heart.
S,hen sl,ightlym lFowóer!ed( Uher )eyeVs,K a.n.du saidT Yfir(mlIyu,S "hD*ad,A I'Uveb ^alreTaTdyX séaild,X Sy(o^u shQou&ld kgHoc tio ANndNrtew póekrks)oznalnly.k ^IU'mÉ Ta, GliYttvlej ti,rded todLayy,q VI'Éll gBos first."ó
"Claire, Claire!" George looked at Claire's fading back, his hands clenched into fists, the anxiety in his heart suddenly turned to resentment.
When did she become so uncontrollable?
It seems, it's better to let Rose to approach Andrew.
DPurJing xt_his tim(e, Gleadnemnx Hc,liouBdsK Kof xrvain XbegaKnG Tto failGlA asndv thne ssukmyó beg,aDnc tro cdJrbizzle_.
Claire stopped at the entrance of Watson Estate, turned around and saw Andrew standing behind her silently, Claire looked up and saw the black umbrella top.
"What are you waiting for? I'm taking you home."
The two of them walk to the parking lot in silence until Andrew opens the door of his black Bentley and waits patiently for Claire to get in.
CJlÉahire finSallDlsyp broQkeL the AsilFence, "AnOdreYw,a leQt'$s ggget ai dOivkourQcef."
Andrew's movements stalled, his hand gripping the door a little harder.
He pursed his lips, closed the door heavily, and moved closer to Claire, "Why?"
Andrew's eyes locked on Claire, seeing her eyes full of determination, without a trace of emotion on her face, as if she had already made up her mind to divorce him. "What else is there to say, I don't want anything more to do with you."
"_Id'm Ptired Ftoo.C"J
Andrew's fingers trembled slightly, complex emotions in his eyes surging, as if a storm was coming.
He stepped closer, his eyes fixed on Claire, and he didn't stop until Claire's back hit the wall.
"Andrew, what the hell do you want!" Claire stared at him angrily, full of confusion. "What the hell is the point of pestering you at this point in time!"
AnGdrJew stnbe$eóred,$ hWiws eyesO Én*a)rrowied lsliigHhtléy, h$iIs SsRtrongA aDura Ms,urroRuHnYdte$d Célaire HlSikWe ^a huMge wave,L D"UWhLy a.r&e yoRu& so MiPnXsBis(tenzt boén diwvoérci)nUgG dmne?Clrairae, yxoup Qhlave mtvo gAivep me aZ rOeaisonv!"
Claire bites her lower lip, looks at him straightly, pushes him away, and snarls in a low voice, "I want to divorce you, I don't need a reason at all!"
Andrew stumbled backward a few steps, Claire hurriedly fled in big strides, leaving Andrew standing alone.
Claire's heart is full of excitement, eager to get out of this troubled place, completely did not notice Rose hiding in the corner.
Roseé .sacw CBlCaihre lfinaclly mleaveH, andG Ot(heqnH lcMamqed oJuRt $ofV óthSeN sJhsad,ohw.S
Seeing Andrew standing expressionless, there was a low air pressure around him, which made Rose feel panicky.
"Brother Andrew." Rose gathered her courage and said.
Andrew slightly raised his eyes, the cold gaze made Rose's heart skip a beat.
"fWYhyT isnQ'lth S.i'stAeqr pCmlaiLrqe (heZre,U didÉ rsQhe aUrguKe* .wiJth) &yoAuc?q") óRoseZ'sR Lerybesj f!la(sahOesdd w)iFt&h Faln iqn(nYorcKent l^ookO, c,arefull$y askeYdk.b
"What does it have to do with you?" Andrew frowned, in his heart he knew that Claire was disgusted with the girl in front of him.
Rose froze, her eyes twinkling, and stumbled, "I just saw Andrew standing here alone, so I thought I'd ask to see what was wrong with you, and maybe I could help."
"No." Andrew subconsciously refused, he turned around and opened the car door, his long legs stepped into the car, and then stepped on the gas, and left with a loud bang, leaving Rose standing in the same place.
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At that moment, Claire walked out of the parking lot and barged right into Summer Hayes' home.
At this time, Summer is lying leisurely on the bed with a face mask, and when she sees Claire coming, her reaction is very calm, "Oh, you're here."
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Seeing Claire collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Summer asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you? Why did you become like this after a trip to Wen's house?"
Claire did not respond, her heart flooded with memories of her past life. Once she was weak and gentle, she could do anything for love, but this time, she was determined not to repeat the same mistake.
Summer could see that Claire's mood was a little uncertain, so she opened her mouth and said, "Recently, my company is short of help, it just so happens that you are not studying design, come and help me?"
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The next day, Claire parachuted into Summer's company, dressed in a black tracksuit, holding a file as she walked past each employee.
"Who's that? I've never seen her before."
"I heard she came in through the back door. She seems to be just a vase."
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Just as she stepped off the elevator and into the lobby of the first floor, she noticed an all-too-familiar woman standing at the front desk.
Rose Watson clasped her hands coldly, her eyes arrogant, "I said I am the general manager of Watson's, and I want to see your boss now."
The front desk assistant was in a cold sweat, and said with difficulty, "I'm sorry, miss, our company regulations require that you must make an appointment to see your boss."
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"Rose Watson."
A cool female voice interrupted her, Rose Watson impatiently glanced sideways, only to see Claire standing beside her with a relaxed face.
Rose Watson smiled coldly, looking at Claire with contempt in her eyes, "Oh, isn't this your sister? Why are you here?"
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Claire didn't bother to respond to Rose Watson's uncaring sarcasm, instead she said carelessly, "I didn't realize that my sister was making a scene in the lobby, isn't she afraid of embarrassing the Watson's?"
Rose Watson's face instantly turned red, angrily pointing at the receptionist and ordering, "Go get your boss, I want him to fire this woman!"
Looking at Claire, she smiled, her eyes flashed with an unshakeable light, "Claire Watson, out of Watson's, you are nothing, see what you do next!"
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Just then, Summerus came over, looking at Rose Watson in confusion.
"Claire, who is this?"