He Laughed at My Tears, Now He Cries Alone Chapter 08

He Laughed at My Tears, Now He Cries Alone Chapter 08

They said nothing, simply waiting for my command.

I looked at the stunned crowd in front of me, my voice ice cold when I spoke.

“I’m out.”

“Now, it’s your turn. Let’s see if you have what it takes to get away.”

The room was suddenly filled with bodyguards.

One look at their hard faces and you knew they weren’t your average security.

The men I’d splashed were still wiping the water from their eyes, cursing.

“Fuck, I didn’t know Claire could fight.”

“So what if she can fight? She’s alone.”

“I like a woman with a temper. Makes it hotter.”

But they soon realized something was wrong.

The room had gone deathly quiet.

“Who cranked up the AC?”

When they finally cleared their eyes and looked around, they all froze.

Even Derek, who prided himself on having seen it all, fell silent.

Wrapped in the oversized coat, I walked to a chair and sat down, calmly observing them.

Derek stared at me, his eyes filled with shock and suspicion.

He had never seen me like this.

“Claire Monroe.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“She’s someone you can’t afford to provoke.”

A woman’s voice cut through the tension from the doorway.

My greatest rival, and the friend who understood me best, walked in.