Chapter 430: Chapter 423: There Are More Meaningful Things to Do Tonight
Yvette Zimmerman watched the blood trickle down her forehead, leaving a deep, crimson streak. The sight grew more unsettling the longer she looked. She scowled deeply at her and said with disgust, "What are you standing there for? Get lost!"
Cherie Rhodes lowered her gaze slightly and turned to leave.
Yvette Zimmerman strode over and shut the door. Behind her, Autumn Shelby’s furious voice erupted. "Mom, look! Just look! Even a wretched bitch like her comes to laugh at me! And that traitor Sarah Shelby, she helped Clara Grant hit me. Mom, you have to do something! Get rid of that bitch Sarah, now!"
Yvette Zimmerman hurried back to her daughter, comforting her in a low voice. "Autumn, don’t you worry. Don’t worry, Mom will get revenge for you. Sarah Shelby won’t have a happy ending. I’ve already arranged a marriage for her. Once she’s married, her life will be so miserable she’ll wish she were dead. A living hell. When that time comes, we’ll see who’s laughing at whom!"
"Then hurry up! Marry her off already!" Autumn Shelby sounded extremely impatient, as if she couldn’t wait another second.
"Okay, okay, Mom will arrange it soon. Don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious."
Soothed by Yvette Zimmerman, Autumn Shelby slowly calmed down. But then, she thought of Clara Grant, and her eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.
’No matter what, I have to snatch Seth for myself. No matter what, I *will* be Seth’s wife.’
’This has been my dream for more than twenty years. How could I just hand it over to someone else on a silver platter?!’
...
That evening, when Seth Quinn came out of the shower, Clara Grant had just finished blow-drying her hair.
Remembering what she wanted to ask him, she eagerly pushed him down to sit on the bed, took the towel from his hand, and started to dry his hair for him.
Seth Quinn was taken aback for a moment, then a smile touched the corners of his lips. He casually reached for a book on the table and began to read, quietly enjoying her attention.
As Clara Grant dried his hair, she glanced at him in the vanity mirror and asked, "Seth, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?" Seth Quinn asked without looking up.
"Um, Dr. Linden... Rowan Linden... isn’t he your friend? Does he have a girlfriend?"
Seth Quinn’s eyes paused on the book. He then lifted his head to meet her gaze in the mirror, his expression laced with displeasure. "Didn’t I tell you not to ask about other men in front of me?"
"Oh, come on, just answer me. Does he have a girlfriend or not? This is for a good reason," Clara Grant said, shooting him a playful glare.
"What good reason?" Seth Quinn frowned.
"If he doesn’t have a girlfriend, I want to introduce him to Sarah."
Seth Quinn’s lips curled. "Giving up acting to become a matchmaker now?" he teased.
Seeing that he wasn’t giving her a straight answer, Clara Grant tugged a little harder on his hair with the towel. "Are you going to tell me or not?"
The pull on his scalp stung a little. Seth Quinn sucked in a breath, tossed his book aside, and turned to pin her on the bed.
"Woman, you’re going back to the film set tomorrow. Don’t you think that on our last night together before you leave, there are other, more important and meaningful things to do than play matchmaker?"
As he spoke, his lips captured hers, and his large hands began to roam restlessly over her body.
Clara Grant was left breathless by his sudden kiss, her body already responding to his touch. But she held on to her last shred of reason, pushed him away forcefully, and said, "Does Rowan Linden have a girlfriend or not? If you don’t tell me, I’m not going to help you... you know."
