Vanessa wore a champagne silk dress, a limited-edition crocodile bag, and her makeup was as refined as if she were attending a dinner party. Liam wore a tailored suit, his watch gleaming with a cold gleam. Walking side by side, they looked like a magazine-style "wealthy couple." Upon seeing Clara, Vanessa paused, a flicker of sarcasm in her eyes. She deliberately tightened her grip on Liam's arm, her voice rising a few notches: "Liam, who's here? I thought Miss Clara had already returned to the village in the city. Why is she in a five-star hotel like this?"
Liam also frowned, his eyes sweeping over Clara's washed-out shirt, his tone filled with undisguised doubt: "Clara, why are you here? You haven't been home these few days, could it be..." He didn't finish his words, but the speculation in his eyes - as if she had seduced other men to be able to step into this "high-end place" - pierced Clara's heart like a needle.