Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 He Wasn’t Here to witness the Show

At Pentatone County, Clarissa’s grandmother’s house,

“What did you think of President Dincht? It wasn’t easy getting him to agree to have a blind date with you, you know. You weren’t interested in that guy from your father’s work because you found him too poor, and you don’t like the other salespeople in your company. You’ve already had so many blind dates during the holidays. Why have none of them caught your eye?” Cindy kept nagging Connie.

“He’s past forty, has a beer belly, and is divorced with kids! I wanted to puke the moment saw him.” Connie was in a bad mood.

By now, she had already found out that Clarissa’s husband was in truth Damien Lawrence.

He wasn’t Clarissa’s sugar daddy.

She was so jealous!

When she saw the house deed, she found out that the house didn’t belong to Luke. It was actually under Damien and Clarissa’s names.

She pushed Luke for an answer, to which he told her that they were married.

Damien and Clarissa were married!

The disparity between Connie and Clarissa couldn’t be more obvious. Connie was a thousand steps behind Clarissa.

She recalled what a fool she had made of herself in the office. Her colleagues hadn’t been making fun of Clarissa; they’d been making fun of her.

Her time in Genovia had made her a laughingstock.

During the holidays, she went on several blind dates in hopes of meeting her Prince Charming. But aside from middle-aged men with beer bellies, all the men she met were perverts…

There had been a few who weren’t half bad, but at the thought of Damien’s handsome elegance, Connie couldn’t help feeling like these men didn’t even deserve to be called men.

Currently, Connie was on a long leave. She hadn’t resigned.

She would still go back to Genovia, back to New East Corporation.

If she couldn’t live a happy life, she wouldn’t allow Clarissa to either.

The flowers Clarissa had received were actually from Connie. She had won them in a raffle during the holidays. The flowers were so huge, there was no space in her house for them. As a single lady, Connie didn’t have any use for them anyway. She decided to send them to Clarissa anonymously, all to drive a wedge between Clarissa and Damien…

“Cindy! Cindy, my head’s been hurting for so long, but I didn’t tell you about it. It’s like there’s a needle in my brain,” Connie’s grandmother called out weakly from her room.

“Old fogey!” Cindy spat. “Live with it! You don’t have many days to live, anyway.”

Cindy was furious as well.

Clarissa had made sure to wash the old fogey’s sheets thoroughly last time, making it seem like Cindy was mistreating the old woman.

Cindy was even more upset now that she knew Clarissa had married a rich person.

“Cindy! Cindy…” Connie’s grandmother called out again.

“Oh, shut up, you old fogey! Do you know how much money we’ll have to spend for you to see a doctor? You’d just be taking up space!” Cindy shouted at the top of her lungs.