Never See You Again

Clara's act could amount to attempted murder. If she ended up in jail without a private settlement, she could be in for years.

Moreover, the victim wasn't any ordinary person, but Bryce, a prominent celebrity. If Clara were to be exposed, the public would demand retribution.

Conner responded, "I'm truly sorry. I'll make sure Nathalie comes and apologizes to you tomorrow."

"Now that you've had your say, Mr. Jefferson, you can go. Bryce needs rest, and we won't see you off," Maeve asserted firmly.

Feeling her hostility, Conner said, "Fair enough. I've sent my regards. I'll leave and let him rest undisturbed. But, Ms. Scott, it seems you're not as involved with him anymore."

Maeve glanced at the half-processed files on the table and countered, "You're right. I was just visiting him. Since you've brought it up, why not give me a ride home?"

Conner was caught off guard by Maeve's sudden request. He frowned momentarily but, mindful of the circumstances, he reluctantly agreed, "It's just a small favor. This way please, Ms. Scott."

Maeve wasn't in the mood for formalities with Conner. She strode out ahead of him, casting Bryce a reassuring glance before she left.

Given Zion's earlier warning to Conner, he wouldn't dare lay a hand on Maeve.

Upon reaching the first floor, Maeve noticed that Conner's associates had completely cleared the area outside. There was not a trace of the reporters remaining.

"Ms. Scott, please." Conner opened the door for Maeve. 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. Maeve's sudden request for a ride home left him on guard.

The car abruptly turned, causing

Maeve to seemingly lose her

balance and fall into Conner's arms. As she steadied herself, her lips brushed against Conner's collar, leaving a lipstick mark.

Upon noticing the mark, Maeve straightened up in satisfaction and feigned apologetic. "I'm sorry. The car is so spacious, and I didn't brace myself properly." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"It's alright." Conner straightened his collar, unruffled.

Upon arriving at Maeve's new condominium, she disembarked.

Conner saw her off and instructed the driver, "Let's go."

"Yes, Mr. Jefferson," the driver acknowledged.

As he watched Maeve enter the condominium through the car window, Conner remained lost in thought.

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Late that night, in Jefferson Manor, Clara paced anxiously in the living room, futilely awaiting Conner's return.

She couldn't 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.