Chapter 132: I Will Kill You

Frederick pressed against Claire, feeling her trembling body, and frowned. He couldn’t stand the desire, not anymore; but seeing Claire’s eyes flushed and brimming with tears, he felt inexplicably annoyed.

“Stop it!”

Frederick grabbed Claire by the shoulders and pointed at her commandingly. It was as if he was going to make Claire suffer right there, against the floor-to-ceiling window, if she dared to cry.

“Hmm! Uh!”

Seeing Frederick like this, Claire immediately held back her tears. There was nothing she could do now but listen to Frederick. Finally, instead of doing it in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Frederick led Claire to the restroom behind his office.

Claire didn’t feel as scared as she had just before the floor-to-ceiling window, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was lying on the bed or something else. She could feel her whole body relax, and Frederick could feel…

The two hadn’t done it in a long time. They embraced each other anew this night, as if every cell in their bodies was exploding with some kind of energy. When they were finished, Claire was almost passed out from exhaustion.

Claire was in a daze when she felt someone wiping her and giving her a nice warm shower. She thought it would be Frederick. After all, she and Frederick were the only two people in this office. But then again, Frederick hated her so much, so how could he possibly give her such a gentle shower afterward? At this moment, she was too tired to open her eyes, so she gradually fell asleep in such tenderness.

Claire thought that maybe this was a dream from beginning to end. The next morning, Claire woke up and opened her eyes to realize that she had indeed taken a shower. Had Frederick truly done it to her last night…?

“Ms. Prescott, did you sleep well last night?”

As Claire walked out to the lounge, she saw the middle-aged woman standing by the sofa outside.

“Who are you?” Claire looked around and realized Frederick wasn’t in the office.

“Ms. Prescott, nice to meet you. Just call me Wendy. General Hawthorne asked me to take care of you, and I’ll take you to the apartment when you wake up.”

Wendy came over to her and nodded respectfully.

“Apartment?” Claire was slightly startled.

An hour later, Wendy led her to a luxurious apartment. It was a large duplex with two floors, two bedrooms upstairs, and one downstairs. It was decorated in a simple style with only black, white, and gray colors, like Frederick’s style.

“Ms. Prescott, I have cleaned the main bedroom upstairs. I’ve gotten all the everyday items you need. If you think there’s anything missing, just let me know, and I’ll get it.”

Wendy briefly described the apartment before leading Claire up to the second floor.

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” Claire politely nodded before walking into the room. It was just as Wendy had said; there was everything for daily necessities except for her own clothes.

“By the way, Ms. Prescott, General Hawthorne has asked someone to deliver your clothes from the Halfmoon Manor, and they’re hung in the closet. Is there anything else you need?”

“General Hawthorne told me if you needed anything, just ask.”

Wendy followed and walked in, opening the closet for Claire.

“It’s not necessary.”

Claire had just replied, and she hadn’t even finished when a familiar shout came from downstairs, “Claire, you’re a bitch. Get out here!”

Claire walked out of her room when she heard it and looked at the top of the stairs to see Diana yelling towards the second floor. Caroline was standing behind Diana. The only reason Diana was here for Claire was because Caroline kept stirring up their relationship.

Caroline had gotten some pictures this morning. Although those pictures were a bit blurry, she could tell right away that it was Frederick and Claire. The two were cuddling intimately, doing what lovers do. Caroline didn’t know who sent them to her, so she asked Diana to check them out. When it was checked, they did find out about Claire sleeping in Frederick’s office yesterday. She learned that Diana hadn’t been to Frederick’s office, let alone with another woman.

Caroline was completely flustered. Then, she tried everything she could think of to incite Diana. Now that Caroline had followed Diana here, she’d served her purpose, so of course, she was going to keep pretending.

“Diana, maybe things aren’t what you think they are.”

Caroline tugged on Diana’s coat, hypocritically standing behind Diana.

“I thought they’d be? She slept directly in Frederick’s office last night, and she seduced Frederick when she recovered from her injuries and came out of the hospital.”

“Now she’s enjoying such nice treatment that Frederick has arranged a fancy apartment for her alone. Oh, yes, he even hired a maid.”

“This bitch got Anna killed, but now she’s so blatantly enjoying everything that originally belonged to Anna. Claire, I’m going to kill you!”

At this point, Diana was feeling furious and impulsively rushed upstairs towards Claire.