The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 136

Claire instinctively rushed out of the store, but Quinn was nowhere to be seen.

Others quickly recognized the masterpiece.

"My God, that's OCHH's 'New Star'. After all these years, the cut and the material are still flawless!"

"It won over thirty awards and became a milestone in domestic fashion history. Did you think it was just hype?"

"Quinn is back in the country. Why would she send this?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's a declaration of war! Claire used to be with Sterling Holdings, and OCHH is currently negotiating an acquisition with Sterling."

The reporters grew excited again, turning their lenses on Claire, waiting to see how she would handle the provocation.

Everyone anticipated a meltdown.

This was Luna Atelier's grand opening. Delivering the signature masterpiece of a rival brand was an aggressive insult.

But to everyone's surprise, Claire calmly instructed the workers to carry the "New Star" inside and place it in the most prominent window display.

The "New Star" was the starting point of all her design dreams. For Quinn to return it meant everything to her.

The crowd was stunned.

"Boss Jenner sure is magnanimous."

"Oh please, she's just putting on a brave face. She's probably losing her mind inside. Once the ceremony is over, she'll probably tear that dress to shreds."

"What is Quinn thinking, picking a fight with a no-name studio? What a waste of the 'New Star' sample."

"Quinn probably doesn't care. It's Sterling Holdings targeting Claire."

Across the street, a tinted car window slowly rolled down.

Quinn Lennox sat in the backseat, her frail body swallowed by an oversized trench coat. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned as she stared at the Luna Atelier storefront.

Yes, it had been six years.

OCHH was already a thing of the past for her.

She was the one who had wronged Claire back then.

Quinn looked away, her emotions surging as she fell into a violent coughing fit.

She pulled out a tissue, covered her mouth, and coughed up a shocking splatter of blood.

During the ride, Claire sat in the passenger seat, resting her head against the window as she stared at the man's profile for a long time.

"Dr. Zimmerman, you gave me such an expensive opening gift."

"So I wanted to ask ahead of time, what do you want for your birthday? Let's see if I can make it happen!"

At a red light, Miles glanced at her, looking utterly confused.

"Why are you suddenly offering me a gift?"

Claire paused, surprised that he actually didn't remember.

"Because of 990728! Your birthday is coming up."

Claire leaned closer, her small face radiant.

"Dr. Zimmerman's wish could be... a kiss from me, a hug from me, or..."

She purposely dragged out the pause, her eyes curving with seductive intent.

"You could take me."