Chapter 8

Moira had never won so completely as today against Claire. She used to care too much about Alfie, so there was no way she could be rational when provoked by Claire. She knew Claire was an angelic bitch, but she kept walking into her traps, and every time, she would lose and end up like a clown,

After getting over Alfie, she was able to see through Claire’s petty tricks. What a fool she wast

Moira was enjoyed when she thought of Claire’s angry, twisted face.

She put the phone down, turned off the light, and lay back down. That night, Moira slept like never before.

The next moming, even Aiken noticed how good she looked. She had two extra buns due to her good mood. Aiken also felt at ease and went to the company to handle the accumulated tasks. Juliet had been absent from work for a month to care for Moira, and Moira insisted she go to work today.

Moira went to the piano room after breakfast. She had been lying in the hospital bed for more than a month, and her hands were almost rusty.

Touching her beloved piano, she was soon in her own world.

If not for the sudden ringing of her cell phone, Moira would spend the whole morning in the world of music.

the side and couldn’t help but frown when she saw the

when to give

I don’t give a damn!”

low male voice

hit the piano, making a loud sound.

had been rude to the wrong person and was

the villa, Ms. Jimenez,” said

moved the wheelchair to the window

because of her leg, so she had to ask

absent–mindedly, “Is

Covington. Listen,

used him against Alfie? Maybe I should

thinking, but man, this was a

me, Ms. Jimenez?” Barclay asked again.

me get

voice behind her. “Ms. Jimenez, considering your injury, you may need my

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