Vincent sighed and walked over. "Claire, after everything that's happened, you should know better by now. Apologize to Irene and Vanessa, and let's put this behind us."
Claire stared coldly at her older brother and childhood friend. They were the last people she wanted to deal with right now.
A CEO and a lawyer—both highly educated and supposedly sophisticated—yet when it came to Vanessa, they transformed into mindless fools. It was infuriating.
"You claim to be fair, but you're just protecting Vanessa, aren't you? Afraid I'll expose her hypocrisy in public?" Claire challenged.
"Claire!" Ethan raised his voice in reprimand. "Don't push your luck."
But Claire's voice rose even higher, "Ethan, shut up!"
Vincent's expression soured, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Claire rounded on him fiercely, "You shut up too."
"You have no right to lecture me, and even less right to control what I do."
"Don't push me to slap you both. It'd be all too easy."
Their faces turned grim as Ethan and Vincent realized they were losing face. They knew all too well how relentless Claire could be, and escalating the situation would only humiliate them further.
Claire firmly pushed Vanessa toward Irene.
The moment Irene saw Vanessa, her already pale face turned ghostly white, and she began to tremble uncontrollably. Her eyes were filled with a tangible mix of hatred and fear.
Anyone with a shred of insight could see that Irene wanted nothing to do with Vanessa—a far cry from the warmth expected between friends.
Brian frowned, sensing something was very wrong with his sister’s reaction.
"Irene, what's wrong?" he asked, anxiety lacing his voice.
"What's wrong?" Claire scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? She's staring at her enemy."
"Claire, stop making baseless accusations," Ethan reprimanded her again.
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