Free Web NovelChapter 313: Chapter 313: God’s Cruel Joke
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, followed by a raspy male voice, and two tall, handsome figures appeared out of nowhere.
"Sister-in-law, Zion and I heard you were having dinner here..."
It was Felix Lockwood and Zion Prescott.
Though most people were unaware, Cecilia Vaughn knew that the Heights above the Clouds was originally an investment by Adrian Law and his two good brothers. The three of them count as the hidden big bosses, so it was no surprise to run into these two here.
...
Almost at the moment they entered the room.
Claire Sinclair, who had been drinking tea, suddenly trembled, and the teacup crashed to the ground, shattering with a crisp sound.
She looked in disbelief at the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, her moist lips involuntarily trembling.
Even though the heater was on inside, and the temperature was certainly not low, it felt as if the blood in her whole body had frozen.
Her hands and feet were ice-cold, the chill seeping into her very core.
"Oh, Claire, how did you spill the teacup? You weren’t scalded, were you?"
Mona Summers, sitting next to Claire Sinclair, was momentarily stunned but quickly took out a tissue to wipe the tea water off Claire’s soaked sleeve.
Fortunately, the tea had already cooled down, or it would have burned her skin.
"Claire, are you okay?"
Cecilia Vaughn anxiously asked right away.
"I’m fine, it’s just my clothes that got dirty; I’ll go and change later."
But Claire Sinclair, lost in a trance, shook her head, having averted her gaze and not daring to glance at Zion Prescott, not even for a second.
—This man, like a nightmare...
Never would have thought, after all these twists and turns, that there would be a day of reunion here.
Cecilia faintly noticed the unusual attitude Claire had towards Zion, the look in her eyes too strange.
Could it be they were once doctor and patient, and now the patient is so hostile to the doctor, could it be that Claire once had a dispute with Zion over medical matters?
Cecilia’s imagination ran wild, and she’s the kind who can’t keep words in front of friends.
"Claire, could it be you and Doctor Prescott knew each other before?"
"I..."
Claire Sinclair’s lips moved slightly, unable to say anything before Zion Prescott shot a cool glance at Claire and then looked away as if at a stranger.
"Don’t know her."
The man stood tall; under the private room’s crystal lights, his jawline was tightly set, revealing the distinguished aloofness of a noble young master.
Claire suddenly exhaled in relief, her demeanor gradually calming down.
"Yes, it’s indeed our first meeting."
Perhaps, he has forgotten, which is also good.
...
"I think this lady is dazzled by the beauty from the two of us brothers, eh? Haha, I knew I was handsome!"
Felix raised his eyebrows, giving a flippant whistle as he glanced at the other two women present, overflowing with rogue charm and indulgence.
"Sister-in-law, who are these two beauties beside you? Aren’t you going to introduce us?"
Cecilia nodded with a smile and immediately introduced them to the two.
"The one on the left is Mona Summers, my best friend since childhood."
"And this is Claire Sinclair, someone I just met recently, a junior student in the Acting Department, and she might even be the lead actress in my movie. When the comic adaptation is finished, you two must come and support us!"
"Ladies, I’m Felix Lockwood, single! And this is my good buddy, Zion Prescott, a boring and rigid doctor."
Felix whistled again, his alluring eyes firmly fixed on Claire Sinclair.
"So, Miss Sinclair is in the entertainment industry. My family owns several film companies; we’re short of talents like Miss Sinclair with both beauty and talent. How about considering joining us?"
Felix’s eyes seemed electrifying, surely motivated more by Claire’s beauty than her talent.
Cecilia thought of how Claire had mentioned having a boyfriend, intending to clarify.
But Clair Sinclair already spoke up.
"No need, thank you, Young Master Lockwood, but I already have a management company."
"You could still switch companies, you know."
Felix couldn’t hide his disappointment, and Zion let out a light snort, his typically bland eyes suddenly sharp as an eagle.
"Felix, do you just recruit anyone good-looking into your company? Isn’t an extra pretty face bothersome?"
Such words may come across as very hurtful.
Cecilia glanced at Zion strangely, wondering if he was taunting Felix’s playboy ways, or implying Claire was just a pretty face.
How come they were already at odds just after having met?
Zion seemed to sense Cecilia’s gaze.
"Ah, sister-in-law, don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t talking about your friend."
He glanced back at Claire with a smile slightly touching his lips, though it didn’t reach his eyes.
"Miss Sinclair, don’t mind Prescott’s frankness. I recall your comic has a cross-dressing female lead, right? With Miss Sinclair’s appearance, is she really fit for the role?"
The man’s handsome face, usually showing a smooth demeanor in all situations, but at this moment, Claire was stunned by the mocking cold glint in his eyes.
—He recognized her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t behave this way.
A droplet of sweat emerged on the tip of her nose where a red mole lay, and her hidden hand under the table trembled slightly.
Claire inhaled deeply, her voice soft and gentle, devoid of any visible aversion, rather quite pleasant.
"Acting always brings contrast; please, Mr. Prescott, just wait and see."
Cecilia couldn’t help defending Claire.
"Doctor Prescott, don’t underestimate Claire. Director Chapman says true beauty should be androgynous. I’ve seen Claire’s cross-dressing makeover shots, and she looks quite good."
From the pictures Director Chapman sent, the makeup artist added two layers of dark foundation on Claire, styled her slender brows into thick masculine ones, combined with a wide Wei-Jin gown, fluttering sleeves, she could fully develop into a charming young master type.
"Is that so?"
Zion Prescott’s thin lips slightly moved, his ambiguous gaze directed at Claire.
His smile was warm, but his eyes were extremely cold.
...
At this tense moment, suddenly the door of the private room was pushed open again.
"Claire, I came to bring you some clothes and to take you home."
A young man with a youthful appearance entered, thick brows and big eyes, his tanned skin looking quite sunny and healthy.
Cecilia couldn’t help but tease.
"You’re Claire’s boyfriend? And you remembered to bring clothes. How considerate."
The young man scratched his head and laughed refreshingly, revealing two small fanged teeth.
"Yes, hello, I’m Jude Grant. Claire just messaged saying her clothes got wet."
Jude wanted to introduce himself when his gaze swept past the people in the room and widened in surprise upon seeing the man standing in the corner.
"Uncle, what a coincidence, you’re here too?!"
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room turned eerily strange inch by inch.
Uncle?
One is Grant, the other is Prescott, how could they...
Claire’s throat went dry, feeling as though she had fallen into an icy cavern.
