Chapter 209 Venting Desire
Frederick’s roar sent a shock through the entire room.
Everyone stood up in alarm, heads lowered, too afraid to speak.
No one dared to even breathe, unsure of what to do, their anxiety palpable.
At the forefront of the fear was, of course, Ethan.
His face turned ashen, his heart hammering in his chest, terrified of losing his position.
“Mr. Hawthorne, please, calm down…” Ethan stammered, trying to pacify him.
Frederick, not hearing a word, hurled a bottle to the ground. “I said get out! Didn’t you hear me?”
“Yes, yes, get out! What are you all standing around for?” Ethan quickly ushered the others out, his tone frantic.
The others, just as scared, hurried out of the room. Only Danielle, as she walked to the door, kept looking back at Claire with concern.
Claire, noticing her worry, shook her head and gave Danielle a reassuring glance, silently telling her to leave without worry.
Danielle nodded but reluctantly followed the others out. There was nothing she could do now, and no point in staying behind when she couldn’t help.
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“Claire, you’re quite the show–off, huh? Looks like you enjoyed yourself in that underground Eclipse Nightclub,” Frederick said, his voice dripping with mockery.
At that moment, his mind was full of thoughts of Antony’s look earlier and memories of Claire in the Eclipse Nightclub.
Claire knew exactly what Frederick wanted to hear and what he was expecting from her.
But after all the humiliation, why should she bow down to this arrogant man, groveling at his feet?
She stood tall in front of the big screen, shoulders squared, meeting his gaze without flinching.
“Who gave you the nerve to act like this in front of me?” Frederick sneered, walking toward her.
He grabbed her chin forcefully.
“Frederick, don’t you see? You want me to suffer, but don’t forget–right now, we’re both stuck in the same boat,” Claire shot back, her voice steady.
“I’m your fiancée, the one you announced in front of everyone at the Prescott family banquet.”
Frederick’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her chin, making Claire’s eyes water with pain.
But she held back the tears, staring defiantly at him.
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She couldn’t defeat him, and she’d learned to soften at times- but he was crossing a line.
She wasn’t the same person she used to be, the helpless woman who’d just gotten out of prison, unable to fight back. She had her pride now, and she wasn’t going to let him crush it.
“Right, you’re absolutely right,” Frederick spat, his eyes burning with rage. “So you think you can do whatever you want, go around behind my back and make a fool of me!”
The words cut Claire deep, but it wasn’t his anger that took her by surprise–it was his accusation. Making a fool of him? She was stunned, her mind racing to understand. His fury had to stem from one thing: Antony. Frederick was angry because of Antony, wasn’t he? She had defied him because of Antony. Was that it?
The moment the thought crossed her mind, Claire couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Not a bitter one, but a genuine, almost relieved laugh.
Frederick was angry because he thought she was with Antony
behind his back?
That was why he was so furious?
“Frederick… you’re jealous!” she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
And to her surprise, there was a trace of joy in her voice.
It wasn’t just from the thrill of her defiance, but also the
unexpected happiness of realizing that maybe, just maybe, he
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Frederick froze, his rage momentarily replaced by cold disbelief. “What do you think you are, Claire? You’re nothing, but an outlet for my desires, Jealous? What a joke.”
His words were harsh, but Claire could see the shift in his eyes- a fleeting moment of realization.
The conversation ended there, neither of them willing to address what had just been revealed.
As the days passed, Claire didn’t give it another thought. She didn’t believe for a second that Frederick could truly be jealous
of her.
The words had slipped out in the heat of the moment, a fleeting response driven by her own emotions.
After that night, Frederick never brought up her job at Hiokeeh Group again.
Claire settled back into her routine, focusing on her work. It wasn’t until a week later, when her suggestion for a new department head at Flores Group was accepted, that things took a sudden turn. Antony, in a celebratory mood after the success, had a little too much to drink.
“General Hawthorne, Ms. Prescott’s had too much to drink… and now she’s with Antony…” Richard’s voice broke through the quiet, making Frederick’s heart race as he immediately jumped into his car and sped off.
