You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 6

Clarissa showed up at the entrance of the hotel, decked out in a simple black long dress, with little makeup on her face.

Nevertheless, her appearance was a call for attention as many men went up to flirt with her.

Clarissa was unhappy about that. If it wasn’t for her mother’s complaints about her suffering with the Garretts, she wouldn’t have agreed to attend the banquet.

But was it as simple as seeing the world that her mother had told her to come for?

Clarissa had her doubts about that.

Having been approached by another man again, she coldly rejected the man and turned toward the balcony.

With the curtain blocking her view, she could finally regain her peace when she felt the warmth of a body from behind her.

Clarissa whirled around in shock, only to see a perverted-looking old man standing right in front of her.

As she reflexively dodged away, the man stood where he was, flashing a salacious grin. “We meet again, Clary. How nice is that?”

The man was none other than the old man the Garretts had introduced to her.

Clarissa trembled in rage as realization dawned on her that it was yet another trap.

Looking at the man angrily but warily, she wanted to walk around and leave, but the man stopped her.

“Step aside, Mr. Jensen.”

“Why the cold face, Clary? We’re gonna become a family, eventually. Let’s just take this time to get to know each other, shall we?” “Family, my foot. Move aside before I scream for help.”

“Go ahead. People will probably think that I’m only flirting with my fiancée. Relax, Clary. I know these people here. But you… will anyone believe you? Besides, the Garretts have approved of this. Stop being so stubborn and behave yourself. I promise I’ll be nice.”

The old man pounced on Clarissa. But she wouldn’t even give him a chance as she lifted her dress and booted him in the stomach before running away.

So this is why they insisted I come over today, huh? How could I be so stupid? Why did I go soft for that woman who was supposed to be my mother?

Clarissa quickly left the banquet without saying hi to anyone.

“Stay where you are, Clarissa!” Yvonne’s commanding voice was heard from behind.

Clarissa simply ignored her and headed for the elevator.

Yet Yvonne still caught up to her as she stood right before her and lifted her hand.

Clarissa reckoned her stepsister was about to slap her. With rage burning in her stomach, Clarissa swiftly grabbed hold of her wrist and shoved her aside, causing her to fall.

“You b*tch,” Yvonne screamed. “How dare you hit me? You little…”

No one had dared to treat her like that since she was little.

Like a madwoman, she charged at Clarissa from behind, tugging her hair.

The latter yelped in pain and fought back, pulling her hair with one hand while clawing her arm with the other.

The women engaged in a catfight, none of them yielding to each other until Hilary and Zach came to separate them.

Without a word, Hilary even gave Clarissa a tight slap across the face.

Her gaze wasn’t that of a mother’s, but of disappointment and mostly disgust.

Hilary spun around emotionlessly and went to comfort Yvonne.

Clarissa wondered if the eyes darted at her were those of sympathy or mockery.