GoodNovelConnor chimed in, "It's my eldest sister. She's here too and spotted us when we parked."
Chloe took a sip of her soup. "So, what's she want with you?"
Connor replied, "I'll head over to her private dining room for a bit; you keep enjoying your meal."
Chloe set her spoon down. "I'll tag along."
Connor gave Chloe's shoulder a reassuring pat. "No need, just keep eating. I'll be back before you know it."
"Don't sweat it. This is my turf; she can't pull anything here."
Connor's eyes steeled with determination. "Plus, I'm not making the smistake twice."
Chloe had faith in Connor. After all, Jeffery had just given Claire a stern punishment yesterday. Surely, she
wouldn't stir up any trouble now.
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Connor left the room and rode the elevator up to private dining room number 8. Inside, there was only one
person-Claire.
"Big sis, is there something you need from me?" he asked.
Claire, eyeing the tall figure in the doorway, started, "Little brother, your Pure White is thriving, almost on par
with The Garden now. It's such a shAmelia, that poor girl, couldn't stick around to enjoy the good times."
Mentioning Amelia made Connor's expression turn icy. "Amelia's watching from above, and she'll see what
happens to the one who caused her downfall."
Claire chuckled heartily, "It wasn'twho did her in. | sent people in first to save her from that fire, but alas,
fate had other plans. You can't pin that on me."
Amelia had been the legal face of
Pure White, supporting him immensely. She had built the entire Eldridge Elites" intelligence network. Yet, she
perished in that mysterious blaze. Everyone knew who was behind it, but there was never any proof. That was
Claire's cunning. Over the years, she'd committed countless misdeeds and even had a few lives on her
conscience. But she always slipped through the cracks, leaving no evidence behind. She was wildly
unpredictable, yet remarkably clear-headed when it suited her.
Connor didn't want to dwell on it, so he asked, "Big sis, did you really callhere for nothing else today?"
Claire sat down and poured herself a glass of wine. "Of course there's something. Where have you stashed
Barrett?"
Connor had figured Claire would
clooking for him. She had once
been willing to trade Barrett for Chloe or Diana's life, which showed he mattered to her. Connor's voice was cool
and detached. "Somewhere you'll never find, big sis."
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"Let him go," Claire demanded, her tone calm but commanding.
"What's in it for me?" Connor asked.
They both knew the score-nothing comes for free. "What do you want?" she countered.
"That depends on how much Barrett matters to you, big sis," Connor replied.
Claire sneered dismissively, "You've probably dug into our connection. Just a mere actor, a plaything for my
amusement. Do you think I'd break the bank for him?"
"If he's so unimportant, then you
shouldn't waste any tor money on him big sis. Barrett's an orphan with no social ties. Even if he vanished
without a trace, no ne would bat an eye."
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