Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 99

Sean gazed at Claire, who was resting in his arms, her consciousness muddled. He was taken aback to realize that she was the same girl he had encountered a few days ago in the hospital stairwell, asking him for a cigarette.

Back then, she had been a shadow of herself—frail and forlorn, sitting on the steps with a cigarette, like a little abandoned creature, eliciting a deep sense of pity.

Now, she was a completely different person.

Her cheeks were flushed like ripe peaches, her eyes closed with long lashes fluttering, and the stray strands of hair on her forehead were damp with sweat, clinging to her smooth skin.

Her lips, a soft shade of crimson, parted slightly, releasing heated breaths interspersed with unconscious murmurs.

Her small hands moved with abandon, roaming across his chest until they unexpectedly tore open his collar with a soft ripping sound.

In an instant, his toned chest was exposed to the night air, his skin gleaming with an enticing sheen.

Next to them, Liam's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth forming a perfect "O" as if his jaw might hit the floor.

He silently mused to himself: Who would have thought that the boss, usually so stoic and impervious to women, would be so playful and daring in private?

Recalling how the boss’s mother often worried about his marriage prospects, to the point where her hair was turning grey from the stress, Liam thought this scene would be a welcome surprise.

With a mischievous grin, he quickly pulled out his phone, capturing the intimate moment with a swift click, and deftly sent the photo to the boss’s mother, imagining her delighted reaction.

But just as Liam was lost in his daydreams, he saw Sean deliver a precise karate chop to the back of Claire's neck.

In an instant, the restless Claire fell limp in Sean’s arms, her movements stilled.

Liam's moment of triumph vanished, his expression freezing into one of utter bewilderment: ⚆_⚆

Wait...what?

The Eastborough Project was crucial for expanding Cresthaven’s business, and the suit he wore was tailored specifically for formal events like auctions.

Unexpectedly, the suit had been damaged, a burn mark marring the fabric, likely the handiwork of one of the rival families competing against him at Cresthaven. Repairing such a high-end custom suit was a delicate and challenging task, not for just anyone.

He hadn't held much hope.

Yet the Silk Stitch Embroidery peony on the suit had exceeded his expectations.

In fact, the stitching seemed oddly familiar, reminiscent of the "Vita Aeterna" piece he had purchased for three million at an auction a year ago, intended as a birthday gift for his grandmother.

His grandmother had always loved Silk Stitch Embroidery, but she particularly cherished the "Vita Aeterna" he had given her. He had even attempted to acquire more works by the same embroiderer, only to learn that only two pieces existed on the market.

"Vita Aeterna" was one of them.