Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
She said that she wouldn’t play favorites, but every word she uttered, exuded partiality for Phoebe.
Interesting…
Claire shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me.”
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In a Maybach, Derek Brown was looking at the scene through the car window.
“Tsk! Is that your fiancée? She’s pretty.” He turned his head and asked the man next to him. “Hunter, what do you think?”
The man was leaning against the car seat in a lazy posture, propping his head with his white and slender hand. Under his long eyelashes, his blue, bright eyes were very charming. At the corner of his right eye, there was a small attractive mole.
His skin was fair and his features were chiseled. There was something indifferent and unapproachable about him.
He asked in a lazy voice. “Woman? Not interested.”
His low husky voice was really sexy, reminding people of unmelted winter snow.
Derek sighed.
Was Hunter throwing a fit again?
——
Ada took Claire to the guest room on the second floor.
The European-style mansion was beautifully decorated and looked spotlessly clean.
Claire just glanced at the house, expressionlessly.
“Claire.” Ada took her to sit down by the bed and said with a serious look, “Since I’ve brought you home, there’s something I need to tell you in advance.”
Claire lowered her head to fiddle with her phone and gave a casual hum.
Ada said, “Actually… you have a fiancé.”
Hearing this, Claire paused.
“You were engaged to him before you were born.”
Claire’s tone was unusually calm. “Who?”
“The Johnsons’ son.” Ada sighed. “You grew up in the countryside, so maybe you don’t understand that we can’t afford to… offend the Johnsons!”
The Johnsons were a very powerful family.
One of their ancestors was one of the founding fathers of the United States, and for generations, they had been very influential in the field of politics.
It wasn’t until Simon Johnson took charge of the family that the Johnsons began to dabble in business and gradually held the country’s economic lifeline in their hands. Moreover, they were closely related to the military. Even the president had to respect the Johnsons.
And Simon’s only son, Hunter Johnson, who was a known maverick, was quite mysterious.
However, there seemed to be something wrong with his mind since he had a car accident two years ago.
In fact, after learning about Claire’s notorious record, Ada didn’t want to bring her back at all.
But the wedding day was fast approaching. She was reluctant to marry Phoebe to the mentally ill guy, so she brought Claire home to marry her off to Hunter Johnson.
To be honest, Phoebe was smart, beautiful, and sweet, while Claire was uncouth and scandal-ridden. If it weren’t for Phoebe, she would never want to admit that Claire was her daughter.
At this moment, Claire looked deadpan. No one could tell what she was thinking.
Ada took her hand and put on a helpless look. “I know… you don’t want to marry him, but this is something that can’t be helped…”
Claire raised her eyebrows and suddenly asked her. “Why not Phoebe?”
Ada was nonplussed and at a complete loss for words.
“Well… Didn’t I tell you that the Johnsons want their son to marry my real daughter? You’re my real daughter, not Phoebe.”
Claire tilted her head to look at Ada. Her beautiful eyes were icy, which actually scared Ada a bit.
Suddenly, Claire curved her red lips and cracked a smile. “But for 18 years, she’s been your daughter, hasn’t she?”
Ada’s eyes widened and she was speechless.
Claire didn’t have the patience to beat around the bush, and said in a severe voice, “So, she, growing up coddled and living a luxurious and noble life, enjoys all the benefits of being the daughter of the Smiths but refuses to live up to the obligations? Does this make sense?”
She sneered, and Ada shivered suddenly.
“Claire, that’s not what I mean…”
Claire put the phone in her pocket and stood up.
“Let’s talk about it later.”
With that, she stepped out of the room.