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.

why they insisted I come over today, huh? How could I be so stupid? Why did I go soft for

the banquet

you are, Clarissa!” Yvonne’s

ignored her and headed for

her as she stood right before her

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

screamed. “How dare you hit me?

treat her like

charged at Clarissa from behind, tugging

latter yelped in pain and fought back, pulling her hair with

in a catfight, none of them yielding to each

even gave Clarissa a tight slap across the

mother’s, but of disappointment

emotionlessly and

darted at her were

and her clothes

the crowd, where she eventually got to her

suddenly thick with cigarette smoke did she regain

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

he see me in that disheveled

at him for a long time

feet to the man who then scrutinized her from head to toe. Her cheek was

meet again, Mr. Tyson,” she said

and aloof and

am I kidding? Why did

piped up just as she was about

Clarissa was momentarily

how to fight back? Are you such

Is he mocking me?