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Chapter 402 Claraâs art could amount to attempted murder. It she ended up in jail without a private settlement, she could be in for years.
Moreover, the victim wasnât any ordinary person, but Bryce, a prominent celebrity. If Clara were to be exposed, the public would demand retribution.
Conner responded, âIâm truly sorry. Iâll make sure Nathalie comes and apologizes to you tomorrow.â
âNow that youâve had your say, Mr. Jefferson, you can go. Bryce needs rest, and we wonât see you off,â Maeve asserted firmly.
Feeling her hostility, Conner said, âFair enough. Iâve sent my regards. Iâll leave and let him rest undisturbed. But, Ms. Scott, it seems youâre not as involved with him anymore.â Maeve glanced at the halfâprocessed files on the table and countered, âYouâre right. I was just visiting him. Since youâve brought it up, why not give me a ride home?â Conner was caught off guard by Maeveâs sudden request. He frowned momentarily but, mindful of the circumstances, he reluctantly agreed, âItâs just a small favor. This way please, Ms. Scom.â
Maeve wasnât in the mood for formalities with Conner. She strode out ahead of him, casting Bryce a reassuring glance before she left.
Given Zionâs earlier warning to Conner, he wouldnât dare lay a hand on Marve Upon reaching the first floor, Maeve noticed that Connerâs associates had completely cleared the area outside. There was not a trace of the reporters remaining âMs. Scott, please,â Conner opened the door for Marve, Maeve got in the car, with Conner seated next to her.
Conner maintained a distance from her when getting in the car, wary of any potential tricks.
He had instructed his associates to handle her roughly last time. Maeveâs sudden request for a ride home left him on guard.
The car abruptly turned, causing Marve to seemingly lose her balance and fall into Connerâs arms. As she steadied herself, her lips brushed against Connerâs collar, leaving a lipstick mark Upon noticing the mark, Maeve straightened up in satisfaction and feigned apologetic. âIâm sorry. The car is so spacious, and 1 didnât brace myself properlyâ
âItâs alright.â Conner straightened his collar, unruffled Upon arriving at Maeveâs new condominium, she disembarked.
Conner saw her off and instructed the driver, âLetâs go.â
âYes, Mr. Jefferson,â the driver acknowledged.
As he watched Marve enter the condominium through the car window, Conner remained lost in thought.
Nothing eventful occurred during the ride. Conner wondered if the journey had really been as straightforward as giving Maeve a lift home.
Late that night, in jefferson Manor, Clara paced anxiously in the living room, butely awaiting Connerâs return.
She couldnât understand why he avoided her despite professing deep love.
Tonight, Conner had briefly returned before departing again, leaving her profoundly frustrated.
Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the living room.