Dylan stayed quiet, eyes downcast, keeping his feelings completely hidden.
Clara, still feeling good about the half a million dollars she just landed, gave a friendly smile, trying to lighten the mood. "How about I whip up something light for you at Palm Bay?"
Just as she said that, Nicholas snorted. "A supper at Palm Bay? Come on, Clara, it's obvious what you're really after."
Caught off guard, Clara quickly changed her tune. "Mr. Dylan, how about I order some takeout for you instead? I can have the chef here deliver it. Is there anything specific you'd like?"
Dylan turned his attention to Nicholas.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face, ready to say there was no need to thank him. He was here to put a stop to Clara's plans. But the longer he smiled, the more unsettled he felt.
Dylan asked, "Where's Scarlette tonight?"
Nicholas honestly didn’t know. Scarlette had been avoiding him, even though they'd been together not long ago. But for her, it seemed like nothing.
The hard truth hit him—he couldn't let go of Scarlette, while she seemed to thrive without him—and it made him sad.
Clara jumped in, "I think she's out with her boyfriend tonight."
Scarlette had mentioned it briefly when they talked earlier that morning.
The moment Clara said this, Nicholas's expression turned icy, a dark, moody vibe taking over. He stepped aside to call Scarlette immediately.
Scarlette was having dinner with Morgan right then, and by coincidence, they were at the same restaurant.
When the door to the private dining room opened, Clara and Scarlette locked eyes.
Scarlette hadn’t noticed Nicholas, who was already marching toward the elevator, and hung up the call, turning to Clara with a smile.
"So that's why you asked me for restaurant recommendations this morning. You planned to treat Mr. Dylan."
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