Chapter 389

She was busy scheming in her head. With Edith’s stubborn streak, asking Julian to get some bodyguards to escort them back might backfire hard—she’d probably spill the whole plan right through the phone. Nope, hard pass. Calling to talk them out of it and say she had zero interest in reconnecting with Harold? Yeah, in her dreams. If they were gonna let it go, they’d have done it ages ago. Her only shot: show up tomorrow, play along, and when they try dragging her to the Allens, she’d flip the script—knock them out and ship them straight back to the fishing village. And what happens after? Well, she’ll cross that bridge later. With that decided, she tucked her phone away and headed out. Olivia was just slipping into a black evening dress. “What do you think of this one?” Claire replied, “Looks great.” But her reply was flat, no energy at all. At the hotel. Edith was all smiles. “We were just thinking of faking a situation to lure Claire out from her business trip—and guess what, she’s ac