Chapter 388: Chapter 398

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Chapter 398 Chapter 398 Gaby stepped back, she didn’t attempt to intervene. In no time, a blackcar pulled up.

The trainees who came out from the cafeteria witnessed the scene where Maeve got into the vehicle.

“I told you, there’s someone backing up Marvel she must have someone spending money on her to be taken away at this hour!”

“And just a moment ago, Gaby was covering for her. We trainees hardly ever leave the training room, while Maeve is the only exception.

Meanwhile, in the cat, Maeve called the director of the hospital.

Upon answering Maeve’s call, the director immediately assured her, “Ms. Scott, the situation is a little serious, but don’t worry, there’s no injury on his face.”

“I’m asking if he’s alright, not his face!”

“He’s. He’s alright now. He’s free from danger,” the director replied cautiously.

Maeve hung up the phone and tumed to Zayla. “Explain the whole situation to me.”

“Alright. This morning, when Bryce was on his way to Hackett Entertainment, he got into a car accident. The brakes of the car had been tampered with. Someone must have done this on purpose.”

“What happened next? Has the culprit been caught?”

“The culprit has been caught, but...” Zayla hesitated, “It turns out that the culprit is mentally unstable. She’s also a fan of Bryce’s and has been obsessed with him for quite some time. Her mental state is questionable, so it might be difficult to get her convicted.”

“So, you’re telling me that the culprit is a deranged fan. Does that sound normal to you?” Maeve quickly realized that someone had taken advantage of her absence to hurt Bryce.

At that moment, Marve’s phone rang, displaying an unknown number.

Maeve answered the call, only to hear Clara’s mocking voice. “Did you like the gift I sent you, Maeve?!

Maeve’s pupils contracted when she heard Clara’s voice “You were once the daughter of the Scott family, and you have nothing now. I’ll make you lose even more!”

“You’re the one who did that to Bryce?” The call ended as soon as Maeve asked the question.

This time, Clara was cautious, perhaps she was wary of the phone call being recorded.

As Maeve stated at her phone, thoughts of the dream she had flashed through her mind, causing her to grip the device tightly.

She was furious at Clara.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious apartment, Clara lounged on the sofa in a seductive black nightgown.

She had a smug expression on her face after ending the call.

However, as soon as Conner entered the living room and saw Clara in such an attice, he furrowed his brows.

Upon seeing Conner enter, Clara’s face lit up with delight.

She immediately rushed into his arms, her eyes filled with coyness. “You re back I got some red wine for you. Would you like to have some?”

Conner glanced at the woman in his arms. His eyes hinted at tenderness, but a coldness lingered beneath it. “The doctor said pregnant women shouldn’t drink alcohol. Be a good girl and go to bed.”

Clara pouted with a hint of complaint in her tone. “But I want to drink with you!”

she shook Conner’s arm, but he showed no signs of giving in. “It’s late. Go to sleep,”

Clara felt dissatisfied. Conner had been fulfilling her wishes recently, but he always avoided physical touch.

Feeling wronged, she said, “Are you disgusted with me because I’m pregnant with someone else’s child? I can get rid of this baby If you want.”

Conner’s eyes flashed with disgust at Clara’s words, but he restrained himself. “Don’t say such things. This is your child, and mine too, in the future. I’ll take care of it, so don’t overthink.”

“But...”

“I’m tired, Go to sleep.”