Chapter 11: Chapter 11
Jaxon massaged the bridge of his nose and checked the time on his wristwatch before glancing out the window. They were nearing their destination so he decided that it was time to hang up on Clifford.
"I'm going to hang up now."
"Wait!" Clifford shouted.
"....." Jaxon didn't reply.
"Let's make a deal." he said." I just want to make sure you'll go. What if you don't?"
" What do you mean? "
" Let's put a stake here... If you don't stay for twelve minutes or don't go... Then I'll call your name, as the opening speech for my wedding reception." he said. "How's that Jax? Unless you don't have the balls to—"
Hearing him, Jaxon frowned and disagreed. That was only for twelve minutes. Was he kidding? Though he was annoyed at Clifford's existence, he'd rather endure those twelve minutes at his stupid bachelor party than give a speech for his f*cking wedding!
"Deal," Jaxon said unwillingly.
Jaxon could practically sense that the person on the other line was beaming with satisfaction.
'He took the bait! Jaxon, I'll make sure you won't be able to stay put in those twelve minutes! So you better prepare a nice little speech for my wedding! The media will be there. You wouldn't be able to curse me, you son of a b***h!', Clifford thought as he remembered all the humiliation he had to undergo just to invite the human iceberg to his wedding.
He didn't even know why he had to try so hard! They were friends for Pete's sake! It should be automatic for friends to attend each other's weddings. But now... He can finally have his sweet revenge.
There was a loud chuckle on the other line.
"I'm looking forward to your speech on my wedding day, Jaxon! I—" he said while laughing cynically.
Jaxon immediately turned off his phone, annoyed at the person who had nothing better to do than bug him. He stared at the phone number that was in his call history and blocked it.
He didn't want him to bother him again with his phone calls. He was lucky that he wasn't in a meeting yet. Or else, he would request all the electronics companies to ban Clifford from buying any of their phones. As well as completely hitting rid of all sim card selling stores where he could buy his sims from.
He closed his eyes for a minute to relieve his irritation. Sitting in the back seat, he completely cleared his thoughts and thought only about the meeting.
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Anger, betrayal, sadness, confusion and bitterness....
In a span of two days since the opening of her supposed Fried Chicken Resto, Clare's life has turned into a hellhole.
What happened two days prior was still a blur. it was surreal to say the least and she couldn't help but try to recount what happened on that day exactly.
Yeah...
That was how it went.
Two days ago,when the demolition was about to start, the worker show approached them and urged them to leave. Of course, their immediate reaction was that they were all confused by this.
Because why... How?
Was she just to dumb that she got scammed by an insufferable old man?
No.
Maybe, Yes...
But still...
He was so meticulous about it.
Mr. Bowe was so active in helping her with the transfer of the property and she trusted him. Allowing him a lot of time to execute his plan and preventing Clare from ever finding out about the demolition.
He was clever enough to let her move in the building two days before the demolition too. She didn't notice it because the residents and business owners were still there.
Did that mean that the owners of the establishments near their property were also his accomplices?
Argghhhhhh! She wanted to scream and pull her hair out!
Clare had the urge to find the old man and set his house on fire with him still inside of it!
No.
'That's Evil, Clare. You'll become a murderer.' her subconscious spoke to her.
But another voice inside her head said otherwise.
She wanted to even do things worse than that!
"Clare."
She flinched when a soft touch was felt on her shoulder.
"Stella."
"Your sisters are asleep now. Are you going back to the hospital?"
A bitter smile was reflected on Clare's face.
"Yes. I just have to call that old man again for one last time."
"Clare, I don't think he will ever answer. He could have deleted his number."
"But..."
A sigh escaped from her lips.
"I'm sorry that I have to bother you by staying here with my siblings, Stella. I'm really—"
Stella embraced her and cut her off from what she was about to say.
"It's okay Clare. Jun, Owen and I are doing everything we can to help you with your situation, especially with what happened to your dad."
"Yeah, but you guys aren't obligated to do that for me..."
"I'm a little hurt Clare. You can't expect us to watch our dear friend suffer, can we? We just want to give back the support you have given us these past years.Is that a wrong thing to do, Clare?"
"No, I didn't mean—"
"I know Clare... You are a very strong woman but sometimes you also need others to back you up."
Hearing this the numbness that she felt was starting to melt away. She had been enduring for so long. It was comforting to hear that others were there for her.
A tear slid from her face.
She wiped it in an instant.
Sadness and pity was reflected in Stella's eyes as she looked at Clare.
"T-thank you..."
It was all that she could say and she failed to prevent her voice from cracking.
She had never felt this helpless before.
Even when that person left them...
An emotion buried deep within her started to fuel up again.
With all this stress, she didn't know what to do . All she did was silently cry in Stella's arms.
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