Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 292

Sophia, thinking quickly, shot Garnett Brown a subtle, reassuring glance.

Garnett caught it, and, noticing that Nathan's suspicions had completely faded, the corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly—a smile so faint it was almost invisible.

But Nathan, at that moment, was glaring at Claire with utter contempt. His voice dripped with scorn. "Trying to drive a wedge between Sophia and me with these cheap tricks? You've got the wrong man."

"I've spent nearly thirty years clawing my way through the business world. Your little games don't even register on my radar."

He sneered, his words getting sharper. "No wonder you're a Jones by blood—devious and poisonous to the core. That smug look on your face makes me sick."

Nathan fully expected Claire to wilt under the humiliation, maybe even blush with shame and embarrassment.

But she didn't. Instead, Claire looked at him with an expression of pure pity.

It was the kind of look you'd give a fool who just doesn't get it.

That was the one thing Nathan couldn't stand—the way Claire looked at him, as if he were beneath her, not even worth the argument.

He'd grown up in a dirt-poor village, and his family was the poorest of them all. Back then, everyone looked down on him, and he'd had enough of being treated like trash.

His face twisted with rage. He snapped, "What's that look supposed to mean?"

Claire's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Nathan, you're truly hopeless. The evidence is right in front of you, and you refuse to see it. You're so eager to believe whatever Sophia says, no matter how one-sided."

"If you won't trust what's in the files, at least trust your own eyes. Can't you see it? Vanessa doesn't look a thing like you. But she looks an awful lot like your driver."

As the words left her mouth, everyone's eyes swung toward Garnett Brown.

Garnett was just the chauffeur, always keeping a low profile, so no one ever really paid him much attention.

But now, thanks to Claire's reminder, the resemblance was impossible to ignore—Vanessa's nose and mouth could have been copied straight from Garnett.

Nathan froze, his expression stiffening.