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.

stopped to pick up the phone on the side and couldn’t help but frown when she saw the unfamiliar number.

know when to give up, she

give a damn!”

A low male voice

hit the piano, making a loud sound. The birds outside were startled and flew up.

been rude to the wrong person and

Ms. Jimenez,”

the window and saw a Bentley

of her leg, so she had to ask first. But then, she suddenly remembered why he was there.

was wrong. He asked absent–mindedly, “Is this supposed to

Listen, I…

I used him against Alfie? Maybe I should admit I’m a jerk, thought Moira.

but man, this was

with me, Ms. Jimenez?” Barclay

Let me get my

speaking, she heard Barclay’s voice behind her. “Ms. Jimenez, considering your injury, you may

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