Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 750

The only response was a cold, automated voice informing him that the phone was turned off.

Unwilling to give up, he had his grandmother try calling.

The result was the same. The phone was off.

Claire had blocked him.

Old Mrs. Quigley pounded on his arm in frustration. "See? See what you've done? Now my dear granddaughter won't even talk to me! Give her back to me!"

Felix didn't flinch, letting his grandmother's fists land on him.

He hadn't slept well the night before, a strange sense of unease settling in his heart, a feeling that something was about to happen.

After finally getting his grandmother home, Felix immediately began searching for Claire's whereabouts.

He even checked back in Rivercrest City.

In the end, he was told that Claire had gone on a trip abroad with Noreen.

Learning that she was safe, Felix finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, a growing sense of loss filled his heart.

She probably just needed to get away and clear her head.

That was fine. It was better than her being angry with him.

Besides, she shouldn't get upset while she was recovering.

Once she had her fun, maybe she'd stop talking about divorce.

As soon as he got to the office, Felix had his secretary transfer fifty million dollars from his personal account to Claire's.

Then he took out his phone to send Claire a message on WhatsApp.

There was so much he wanted to say, but he found himself typing and deleting, over and over again.

After much deliberation, he sent just a few words.

"Have fun."

The moment he hit send, a glaring red exclamation mark appeared in the chat window.

A system notification confirmed it: Claire had blocked him.

The world of the rich was truly beyond imagination.

She didn't even own her own house, yet some people had their own private islands.

Damn it!

Would it kill the universe to let one more person be rich?

Claire had a wonderful time on the resort's island, spending her days soaking up the sun, enjoying the warm sea breeze, and watching the sunrises and sunsets.

It was pure bliss.

In the evenings, she would drag Noreen to the beach to collect seashells.

"This one is beautiful. We should bring it back for Katy," Claire said, excitedly showing Noreen a pretty shell she'd found.

The hotel concierge who had accompanied them remarked, "The shells here aren't the most beautiful, actually. The most beautiful ones are on Nightingale Isle over there."

"Nightingale Isle? There's a place with a name like that?"

"It wasn't always called that," the concierge explained. "The owner bought it a few years ago and renamed it. It was originally two islands, shaped a bit like a nightingale. After buying them, he connected the two closest points, so now it's one island collectively known as Nightingale Isle. The scenery there is the most beautiful of all the islands."