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.

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

quickly left the banquet

where you are, Clarissa!” Yvonne’s commanding voice was heard

simply ignored her and headed

caught up to her as she stood right before her

her stomach, Clarissa swiftly grabbed hold of her wrist and shoved her

“How dare you hit me?

one had dared to treat her like that since

madwoman, she charged at Clarissa from behind, tugging her

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

engaged in a catfight, none of them yielding to each other

a word, Hilary even gave Clarissa a tight slap across

gaze wasn’t that of a mother’s, but of disappointment and

emotionlessly and went to comfort

wondered if the eyes darted at her were those of

her hair and her clothes and walked away

from the crowd, where she eventually got to her knees and

wasn’t until the air was suddenly thick with cigarette

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

he see me in that disheveled state just

staring at him for a long

who then scrutinized her from head to toe. Her

Mr.

and aloof

kidding? Why did

just as she was about to

Clarissa was momentarily

fight back? Are you such

Is he mocking me?