You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Clarissa showed up at the entrance of the hotel, decked out in a simple black long dress, with little makeup on her face.

Nevertheless, her appearance was a call for attention as many men went up to flirt with her.

Clarissa was unhappy about that. If it wasn’t for her mother’s complaints about her suffering with the Garretts, she wouldn’t have agreed to attend the banquet.

But was it as simple as seeing the world that her mother had told her to come for?

Clarissa had her doubts about that.

Having been approached by another man again, she coldly rejected the man and turned toward the balcony.

With the curtain blocking her view, she could finally regain her peace when she felt the warmth of a body from behind her.

Clarissa whirled around in shock, only to see a perverted-looking old man standing right in front of her.

As she reflexively dodged away, the man stood where he was, flashing a salacious grin. “We meet again, Clary. How nice is that?”

The man was none other than the old man the Garretts had introduced to her.

Clarissa trembled in rage as realization dawned on her that it was yet another trap.

Looking at the man angrily but warily, she wanted to walk around and leave, but the man stopped her.

“Step aside, Mr. Jensen.”

“Why the cold face, Clary? We’re gonna become a family, eventually. Let’s just take this time to get to know each other, shall we?” “Family, my foot. Move aside before I scream for help.”

“Go ahead. People will probably think that I’m only flirting with my fiancée. Relax, Clary. I know these people here. But you… will anyone believe you? Besides, the Garretts have approved of this. Stop being so stubborn and behave yourself. I promise I’ll be nice.”

The old man pounced on Clarissa. But she wouldn’t even give him a chance as she lifted her dress and booted him in the stomach before running away.

How could I be so stupid? Why did I go soft for that woman who was supposed to

banquet without saying

Yvonne’s

and headed for the

she stood right before her and

rage burning in her stomach, Clarissa swiftly grabbed hold of her

“How dare you

to treat her

a madwoman, she charged at Clarissa from behind,

yelped in pain and fought back, pulling her hair with one hand while clawing her arm with

to each other until Hilary and

even gave Clarissa a

of a mother’s,

around emotionlessly and

if the eyes darted at

her clothes

a quiet corner away from the crowd, where she eventually got to her knees

air was suddenly thick with cigarette

about to leave, she saw a man leaning against the wall, smoking and looking mature and charming,

been standing there? Did he see

staring at him for a long time because the man suddenly

the man who then scrutinized her from head to

meet again, Mr. Tyson,” she said

and aloof

did I even talk to

just as she was about

was

not know how to fight back? Are you such

Is he mocking me?