After receiving Sebastian’s order, Owen had been keeping an eye on Claire Crowley. Upon hearing the latest, he quickly reported, "Master Blackwood, Claire Crowley bought a ticket to Orleanna!"
On the surface, there was a perfume ad shoot she had to attend in France, but in reality, neither her agent nor her assistant was accompanying her.
It was obvious that Claire Crowley intended to run away alone.
With a bloodthirsty chuckle, Sebastian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he said, "Let her go."
Owen was shocked. What did Master Blackwood mean by this? Claire was clearly planning to escape. After all, she knew the little one was now with Ivy Kensington and she had no reliable cards left. Letting her reach France smoothly would be like fulfilling her wish!
But Sebastian just continued to smile, with no warmth in his eyes whatsoever.
Only by letting someone taste the flavor of hope would despair become unbearably painful when it arrives!
Claire indeed planned to first go to France to lay low. She reckoned that Ivy and the others would be frantically busy with the little one’s matters and temporarily unable to focus on her.
Once things settled down, she would return. This way, she could still be the gloriously successful superstar.
Even though she couldn’t win Sebastian’s heart, Ivy was not much better off; she had already chosen to divorce Sebastian Blackwood!
This battle ended in a draw; she had not lost!
Thinking of this, Claire’s mood greatly improved.
Upon arriving in France, Claire certainly wouldn’t miss the chance to splurge on luxury goods. The first thing she did was hire a few bodyguards and head into a famous handbag store.
She had money; using the little one, she had earned over a hundred million. She bought more than a dozen bags without batting an eye.
It was quite extravagant.
After leaving the store with her purchases, Claire went on to buy perfume.
Once she felt satisfied with her spending, Claire decided to head back home. Just as she was about to get into the car, suddenly, more than a dozen black men appeared from another direction and snatched everything she had bought without any explanation.
Claire cursed in anger. All these things had cost her an eight-figure sum!
And just like that, they were stolen!
Looking at her bodyguards, Claire cursed even more, "What good are you? In broad daylight, my things got stolen! You’re all useless!"
She shouted angrily, "Bang, bang——"
At this moment, a few gunshots echoed in the chaotic street, the bullets flying straight toward Claire’s direction.
One bullet even grazed her arm before embedding itself into the car behind her.
Claire was scared out of her wits, her face turning pale as she hurriedly got into the car, "Drive quickly!"
She commanded the driver.
Gunshots seemed to still be echoing in her ears, Claire’s face turning white with fear, her heart pounding wildly. For original chapters go to n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net
By the time she finally reached the hotel where she was staying, her legs were weak. She clearly saw several bullet hole marks on the car she had ridden in.
She feigned composure and cursed again as she got out of the car.
Just then, a motorcycle zoomed past her, "Ah!"
Claire screamed in shock as an arm wrapped around her waist and she was scooped onto the motorcycle.
The sound of the wind howling past her eardrums terrified Claire to the point of being pale-faced!
How could she be so unlucky? Coming to France, not a single good thing had happened!
Just when Claire thought the gusty wind would disfigure her face, the motorcycle came to a stop and she was thrown into an underground parking garage.