"It’s nothing. I just wanted to give you a compliment."
She finished her sentence, scratching her cheek in embarrassment, and only then did she notice that the car was heading in the direction of her place.
Once they stopped, she got out and bent down to tap on the car window with a touch of seriousness.
"Alright, I'm heading in now. Thanks for giving me a ride back."
"Mm."
She turned around and walked into her apartment complex, but couldn't resist a quick glance back. Dylan's car was still parked there.
As she reached her floor, she bumped into her neighbor, Scarlette.
Scarlette was one of those captivating women with a powerful presence; she must have just arrived home too.
Though Clara lived on the same floor, they weren't particularly close.
Scarlette took the initiative, "When I came back, I noticed a suspicious car circling outside. It seemed like it was parked below your window."
Clara immediately thought of Colton; it seemed like he couldn't sit still any longer.
"Thanks for letting me know."
Scarlette's hair was styled in large waves and was recently dyed a deep wine-red, which made her skin look even fairer.
Leaning against the doorframe, she assessed Clara and asked, "Did you really put together that online audio clip?"
"Hmm?"
Clara hadn't yet caught wind of the Bradford family's response, and a frown creased her brow.
Scarlette stepped closer, clearly intrigued by the gossip.
"Quinn’s audio clip caused quite a stir earlier today. This afternoon, the Bradford family said that you'll soon step forward to admit it was something you fabricated."
Clara's lips curled slightly; aside from Ryan, she had blocked everyone else in the Bradford family.
Scarlette swung her car keys in front of her.
"The car outside is here for you. I'm in a good mood tonight. Any ideas? I can drive you—I'm a kickboxing champ."
Scarlette exuded a laid-back and wild vibe, the kind that younger guys couldn’t resist in older women. Her presence was so compelling it drew people in.
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