She wanted so much to apprentice under the miraculous healer who solved the snake venom, only for Damian Knight to tell her that this person was Sumr Monroe??
She didn’t believe it, absolutely refused to believe it!
Damian Knight impatiently glared at Claire Woodward and said, "Alright, I’ve wasted enough ti talking nonsense with you. Back to the point, why did you develop this thing to help Mio Osborne harm Sumr Monroe?"
Sumr Monroe stepped forward, filled with doubt, and asked, "You’ve said it yourself; I have no feud with you, so why do you want to harm ? Mio Osborne couldn’t have gotten hold of this bottle; it’s obviously your concoction. Stop pretending; I just want an answer."
Damian Knight rcilessly grabbed Claire Woodward’s throat and shouted harshly, "Speak!"
Claire felt as though Damian Knight was going to snap her neck.
And she clearly saw that Damian Knight’s eyes held not a trace of pity.
In his eyes, there wasn’t even room for her as a person.
No, he never saw her in his eyes; everything was her delusional wishful thinking.
The suffocating pain and the agony in her heart intertwined, an anguish beyond despair.
All her hidden desires and ambitions for Damian Knight collapsed entirely at that mont.
"Ha! Hahaha..."
Claire Woodward threw her head back, laughing like a madwoman.
Sumr Monroe slowly furrowed her brow, thinking that this was a crazy woman.
In fact, Claire Woodward truly had gone mad.
She lost her mind, started crying after laughing.
"Why? Because you took away what was mine!"
Sumr Monroe looked puzzled.
Claire Woodward continued to look at Damian Knight and said, "Damian Knight, I liked you for so many years. Did your mind ever acknowledge as a person? Because of you, I spent my entire college life wallowing in inferiority, thinking I wasn’t good enough for you, so even after graduation, I kept striving arduously.
For you, I gave up the opportunity to study abroad, choosing instead to stay at Ross Corporation. But what about you? You got together with a woman who has no background, just a pretty face. Damian Knight, do you think that’s fair to ?"
Sumr Monroe understood.
Ah, so it’s jealousy.
Since she ran into Claire Woodward at the supermarket, Claire harbored ill intentions!
Sumr Monroe took out her phone and pressed the pause button on the recording.
The reason for wasting ti forcing Claire Woodward to talk for so long was precisely to obtain this recording.
Sumr Monroe saved the recording safely, then turned sideways to look at Damian Knight, whose expression remained unmoved, even more indifferent.
Damian Knight spoke disdainfully, "Just because you like , I have to like you too? Being liked by soone like you, I find it disgusting!"
Claire Woodward’s eyes widened, sothing within them shattered to dust.
Her love, was it really sothing Damian Knight found disgusting?
Sumr Monroe heard this and couldn’t help her fingers trembling slightly.
If... if Damian Knight knew that she also liked him, would he feel the sa way?
"Co here!" Damian Knight waved his hand broadly and said, "Take her to Crestfall Grand Hotel, don’t go through the main entrance, and give her my exclusive suite."
Claire Woodward instinctively sensed sothing was wrong, regained so sanity and asked in fear, "What do you want to do? I don’t want to go there! Let go!"
"Too late." Damian Knight took the "perfu" from Sumr Monroe’s hand, saying coldly, "Weren’t you planning to use this to harm her? Then it’s only right to return it to you!"
Claire Woodward realized why Damian Knight was taking her to the hotel.
She struggled violently in terror.
"No... no! Let go! Let go!"
However, Claire Woodward was no match for the large and strong bodyguards.
A bodyguard chopped her neck with a swift hand strike, and she imdiately passed out.
Damian Knight ordered the bodyguard indifferently, "Aside from that bottle of perfu, add so aphrodisiac."
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