Chapter 16
“Is this amusing to you?” Clarissa subtly steadied her breathing, concealing the tremor in her voice.
“I don’t like you anymore. Surely you don’t have a precedent for desperately clinging to women, do
you?” she asked.
From high school to college, and then into her professional life, Clarissa had witnessed Brady’s flirtations with others more than once, and had seen the women around him change one after
another.
He navigated relationships with ease, and when he withdrew, he did so cleanly.
Clarissa had always been a clear–headed person. Her only moment of clouded judgment was when she watched people come and go around Brady, yet naively believed that she might be his last.
How dare she… aspire to something so unattainable?
“Brady Lawson, let’s end it here. Don’t try to contact me again.”
Having said that, Clarissa hung up without giving him a chance to respond.
In a lavish private room.
Brady tossed his phone onto the coffee table, pulled a cigarette from the pack and bit it between his lips, his expression notably unpleasant.
“Brady, what’s wrong?”
A Los Angeles playboy lit Brady’s cigarette and casually asked.
Brady pulled at the corner of his mouth, letting out a slight scoff, half joking and half serious, “I got dumped.”
The young man froze, wide–eyed, repeating each word distinctly: “You… got… dumped?”
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He couldn’t believe it and confirmed again, “By ‘dumped,‘ you mean she left you?”
“No way, which woman is so… so gutsy and extraordinary that she could actually have Brady running in circles?”
Brady took a heavy drag of his cigarette, the irritation in his heart still not dissipating, “Shut your
mouth.”
After saying this, he lost interest, grabbed his coat, put it on, and walked out.
His assistant Jack had parked the car in front of the club. Brady walked over, opened the car door, and sat in the back.
He had drunk a bit too much tonight, and once in the car, he leaned back against the seat somewhat wearily and closed his eyes.
Jack glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror and casually asked, “Brady, where to?”
Brady: “Anywhere.”
Jack considered for a few seconds, “To Clarissa’s place?”
Brady slowly opened his eyes from the back seat. He laughed coldly, “Don’t you fucking know she broke up with me?”
Jack was momentarily stunned and instinctively asked, “Does what she said… count?”
Does she just say it’s over and it’s over?
Jack was Brady’s special assistant and also a close friend who grew up with him, so he was deeply familiar with some of the details of Brady’s life.
Women came and went around Brady, whether they were sexy, gentle, cute, dignified heiresses, or wild and unrestrained–it made no difference to him.
He would beckon with his finger, and they would come; and if he said no, then it was no.
In relationships, Brady had always been the one in control.
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Jack said: “Clarissa is introverted, not very good at expressing herself or revealing her thoughts, as you know. That night at the party, she was humiliated in front of so many classmates, got too impulsive in her anger, and ran away. She’s probably torn up inside now, wanting to come back but too proud to do so.”
Jack paused. What he said might sound harsh, but it was the truth, “If you’re not done with her yet,
just say a word or two to comfort her, and she’ll agree to reconcile.”
Jack knew about Clarissa’s eight–year secret crush on–Brady; in fact, he was a witness to this unrequited love.
arissa thought she had hidden it well, that no one would know. But no matter how well one hides something, how could it remain completely concealed for eight years?
Brady’s dark eyes looked somewhat displeased, probably due to the excess alcohol.
He didn’t respond to Jack, just told him irritably: “Let’s go home first.”
Home?
Jack couldn’t quite figure out Brady’s thoughts.
Because in his daily life, Brady rarely had anything to do with “home.”
For this handsome, wealthy playboy, the so–called home had never seemed to be his destination.
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