Although Clara looked decent with her flawless makeup and that signature, seductive beauty mark at the corner of her eye, there was an unprecedented anxiety knitting her brows—a look Nora had never seen on her before.
Clara had always been the type to shrug off the end of the world. Even when her company's stock plummeted by half due to a competitor's short-selling, she would just sit in the boardroom with her legs crossed, casually munching on an apple.
Whatever had her looking so panicked was definitely no small matter.
Once she got into the car, Clara went completely silent.
Xander glanced at the two women through the rearview mirror and exchanged a knowing look with Nora.
Neither of them said a word, waiting for Clara to speak up first.
Sure enough, the moment the car merged onto the highway, Clara couldn't hold it in any longer.
She ripped off her sunglasses and tossed them aggressively onto the empty seat beside her. Slumping back like a deflated balloon, she blurted out a sentence that nearly made Nora's jaw drop.
"I came back to find a man."
Silence blanketed the car for a second before Nora slowly turned her head, skepticism swimming in her eyes. "Excuse me?"
Clara pouted, her tone thick with frustration. "I'm looking for a man. He slept with me and then bolted!"
Xander was sitting right there in the driver's seat, yet she brought up the scandalous topic without an ounce of hesitation.

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