My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Have a Child for Damien Vaughn

"That bitch! Why doesn’t she just drop dead! If I ever run into her again, I swear I’ll kill her!"

At Club DL, Vivian Mason was drinking with a gloomy Claire Clark.

After a few drinks, Claire Clark had cursed Cecelia Archer and eight generations of her ancestors.

"I fucking studied my ass off for so many years, left home to go abroad and scraped by for so long, all for a decent job, right? But her! In one move, she wiped out all my hard work! You didn’t see her today, how shameless she was. Every time I think about it, I want to curse her all over again!"

Vivian Mason swirled the red wine in her glass, listening to Claire’s tirade with matching indignation.

"I told you she was bad news... You’re right. After all these years of hard work, she’s destroyed everything you’ve built. You can’t let her off the hook so easily."

Cursing was one thing, but when it came to actually getting revenge on Cecelia Archer, Claire Clark was fresh out of ideas.

"I’m so furious I can’t even think straight. Vivian, you’re the smart one. Help me figure out how to deal with her."

Vivian Mason mulled it over for a moment. "You said she’s latched onto someone powerful now, and this guy is handsome and capable? Do you have a picture?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"I didn’t get one. But the nurses definitely took some. Why?"

"Sis, here’s what I’m thinking. Didn’t you say she has two men protecting her now? What if we snatch both of them away..."

Claire Clark’s eyes lit up. "You mean..."

But her excitement quickly faded.

She wanted to win over Damien Vaughn, of course, but she had no opportunity.

’That damned man. He treasures his body more than any woman, won’t even let me touch him.’

’I used to be able to call him once in a while and act cute, but now? The company won’t let me near him, and he personally told Director Hill to fire me...’

She couldn’t bring herself to tell Vivian Mason about these humiliating details, so she just kept drinking.

"Tell me your plan in detail."

Vivian Mason smiled and leaned against her shoulder.

"There’s not much to say. Sis, let me just ask you one thing. Do you know how Cecelia Archer is better at handling men than you are?"

On that topic, Claire Clark genuinely had no idea.

’I’m not any less attractive than Cecelia Archer. In fact, I know how to dress better, and my figure is way better than hers. The more I think about it, the more unfair it seems!’

"Why?"

"Because of the child," Vivian Mason said with a seductive smile.

"It’s been so many years; you should have a child with President Vaughn too. Older men all love children, especially adorable little daughters."

Those words were like a sudden ray of light, clearing the fog for Claire Clark.

’That’s right! I’ve been so worried about Damien Vaughn finding out that Cecelia Archer had his daughter, but why didn’t I ever think of having one with him myself!’

’Boy or girl, it would be a child of the Vaughn Family! If I had his child, would I still need to worry about not being able to talk to Damien Vaughn?’

’Vivian Mason really is smart!’

A plan, identical to one from four years ago, quickly formed in Claire Clark’s mind. Suddenly, losing her job didn’t seem like a big deal anymore. The two women cheerfully began to research Shane Grant.

Using the photos taken by the nurses, they found Shane Grant’s identity online. Vivian Mason was so excited she could barely contain herself, wishing she could make a move on him that very night.

"Alright, you seem to be in a much better mood. I have some things to take care of back home, so I can’t stay with you. Sis, I’m heading out."

Claire Clark was also eager to find Damien Vaughn, so the two exchanged a perfunctory goodbye.

After Vivian Mason left, Claire Clark called the waiter in to store her leftover alcohol, paid the bill, and had just stepped out of the private room when she saw a familiar figure.

"Damien?"

He seemed to have stepped out to make a phone call and was just turning around after putting his phone in his pocket.

Although the hallway was dimly lit, his tall and sturdy frame was unmistakable.

’I was just wondering where I could find him, and here he is!’

Claire Clark started to run after him, but on second thought, she stopped in her tracks.

A waiter pushing a small cart passed by. She grabbed him and gestured with her chin toward a private room up ahead.

"I’m looking for President Vaughn. Is he in that room?"

Claire Clark was in a bad mood today and had dressed with particular boldness.

Smoky eyes, big wavy hair, a tight black camisole, a tight red leather miniskirt, and a pair of black over-the-knee boots.

While her great figure was on full display, her overall vibe was...

The waiter thought she was one of the club’s hostesses. "Yes. President Vaughn has been waiting for a while. What took you so long?"

From his tone, it was clear he was on his way to deliver drinks to their room. Claire Clark smiled and pulled the cart over.

"Something held me up, so I’m late. I’ll take it in. Thanks for your hard work, you can go take a break somewhere."

She had worked as a waitress at Club DL before, so she knew how tiring the job was and that everyone jumped at the chance to slack off.

Sure enough, this waiter was no different.

Since Claire Clark wanted to go in and "provide service," he let her take the cart and ducked into the restroom to goof off.

Claire Clark watched him walk away, then quickly pushed the cart into the private room she had just been in.

She had drugs in her purse. She mixed a few types, poured them into a bottle of liquor, and shook it vigorously for a long time until everything was completely dissolved. Only then did she compose herself and go knock on the door of Damien Vaughn’s room.

There were no entertainment activities inside the room; it was quite quiet. A clear male voice called out, "Come in." freeweɓnøvel.com

She walked in.

The moody ambient lighting wasn’t on; the room was brightly lit. Three men were sitting on three separate sofas. Besides Damien Vaughn, the other two were also young.

’The atmosphere is so tame. Are they talking business or something?’

Claire Clark’s heart pounded nervously as she pushed the cart to the coffee table.

As she placed the bottles of liquor down one by one, Brandon Jacobs shot a curious look her way.

"Did they switch you out? Heh. Well, you’ve got a great body, little lady. Mr. King really knows what he’s doing."

Damien Vaughn was in a bad mood. He had called them out but hadn’t said much, just chain-smoking and sullenly downing one drink after another.

The two friends had been with him for over two hours and were bored out of their minds.

Seeing Brandon Jacobs finally crack a joke, Wyatt Wynn also laughed.

"Three grown men, and they only send one girl. Is she here for you, the boss, or for the great President Vaughn? He really is thoughtful. Ah, at the critical moment, he’s showing loyalty to the one with the most power. A small fry like me gets left out, how pitiful."

Although Claire Clark had a nice body, Brandon Jacobs had very particular tastes, and she wasn’t his type.

"Don’t slander Mr. King. He knows you so well that he specifically called a girl just for you. She’s all yours; Vaughn and I have no other intentions. Go on, little lady, go sit next to your Mr. Wynn, pour him a drink, and cheer him up."

Claire Clark froze, not expecting such a huge misunderstanding.

’My outfit makes me look like a...’

"Damien."

In front of Damien Vaughn, she didn’t dare mess around with other men. She called out his name in a soft, gentle voice.

Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn raised their eyebrows. ’Damien?’

Hearing this, Damien Vaughn, who had been leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, feigning sleep, slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw Claire Clark standing before him dressed like that, his expression grew even darker.

"Who let you in? Dressed like that, did you come here to earn some money?"