Clara Grant thought to herself, but her expression remained perfectly calm as she said, "Just now? I was just in a hurry and accidentally bumped into Miles. And where, exactly, did you see shalessly throwing myself at him? Have you never bumped into soone by accident? Or do you always do it on purpose? Deliberately trying to seduce people?"
After speaking, she paused, then added nonchalantly, "To the pure, all things are pure."
Sandra gritted her teeth in anger. Of course, she knew the unspoken second half of that saying. ’That bitch Clara Grant! She does sothing disgusting and then has the gall to insult for it!’
’Hmph. But I have proof.’
"Hmph. Clara Grant, you say it was an accident? I highly doubt that," Sandra said, pulling her phone from her pocket. She tapped at the screen as she continued to speak.
"I clearly saw you. Before you ran into him, you looked up and glanced his way. You even hesitated for a mont. And you still have the nerve to say it wasn’t on purpose?
But whatever. If you’re that thirsty for a man, so be it. After all, for a slut like you who can’t live without a man, it’s only natural.
But one minute you’re cozying up to President Quinn, causing all those rumors, and the next you’re over here trying to seduce Second Young Master Quinn. Tsk, tsk. You won’t even let a pair of brothers off the hook. Have you no sha?"
The color drained from Clara Grant’s face at Sandra’s words, and her tone grew sharp. "Sandra, have you said enough?"
"Of course not!" Sandra had already found what she was looking for on her phone. She tapped it open and held it in front of Clara’s face, a smug look on her own. "As for whether you deliberately threw yourself into Second Young Master Quinn’s arms to seduce him, why don’t we just watch and see?"
Clara Grant stared at the screen. A video was playing on Sandra’s phone, showing the entire incident where she had collided with Miles Quinn.
From the mont she saw Miles Quinn, to her slight hesitation, to the part where she fell into his arms—despite the distance, the footage was crystal clear and undeniable.
’My luck has been terrible these past few days,’ Clara Grant thought. ’First, Seth Quinn’s beloved suddenly cos back. Then, at this of all tis, I might actually be developing so weird feelings for him myself.’
’And wasn’t I just trying to test my feelings for Miles Quinn? To prove to myself that I definitely haven’t fallen for Seth Quinn?’
’And of all the rotten luck, Sandra—the one person who considers her mortal enemy—just had to see it. That scheming bitch even took a video?!’
Clara Grant glanced at the small decorative pool next to her and sighed internally. ’Is rcury in retrograde or sothing?’
’Wait... water?’
An idea sparked in Clara Grant’s mind. She looked at the phone Sandra was still holding up, then squinted and leaned in closer, muttering, "Is that supposed to be ? Who can tell from this far away?"
Seeing Clara still trying to deny it, Sandra shoved the phone even closer. "What do you an, not you? Anyone who isn’t blind can tell it’s you."
Clara Grant took the phone as Sandra offered it. The mont it was in her hand, she suddenly stumbled. With a cry of alarm, her hands flew up involuntarily, and with a PLOP, the phone landed right in the decorative pool, sending up a beautiful splash.
Sandra was stunned. She froze for a long mont before snapping out of it and imdiately scrambling to the edge of the pool to retrieve her phone.
Clara Grant breathed a sigh of relief, though she also sighed to herself. ’I’m sorry, but I had no other choice.’
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