NovelOnlineChapter 289
Three hours later, Dylan's car finally pulled up.
Aiden dialed Clara, but she played it cool, pretending she didn't notice. After all, it was Eden who'd be there to
welchim.
And sure enough, Eden was right on the mark. The moment she spotted Dylan, her face lit up. "Dylan!" she
exclaimed, running to him and wrapping her arms around his. “I had to pull sstrings with Grandpa to join
you on this trip. You better not mind havingaround!"
Dylan's gaze drifted past her, searching for Clara. But she was nowhere in sight.
Aiden, standing nearby, quickly pulled out his phone and gave Clara another ring. "Ms. Clara, the CEO's here. Are
you coming?"
Feigning a yawn, Clara replied, "Sorry, overslept. You all must be settled in by now. I'll skip the meetup today.
Let's catch up tomorrow when we head to the site."
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Aiden wanted to protest, but the line went dead.
Hearing Clara's nturned Eden's smile upside down. Why was Clara always tagging along with Dylan? Was
Quinn onto something? Did Dylan have feelings for Clara?
Just yesterday, she'd visited Quinn in the psychiatric ward, where Quinn, despite her erratic state, claimed Dylan
was smitten with Clara and warned of hardships ahead for her.
Eden found it hard to believe. Dylan was too sophisticated for secret crushes. But she wasn't about to leave
anything to chance.
Her eyes flashed with malice, but as she looked up at Dylan, her expression morphed back into a picture of
innocence.
Meanwhile, Aiden handled the check-in. As expected, the receptionist mentioned only one room was available.
With a knowing smile, Aiden slid his business card across the counter. The receptionist paled and quickly
arranged for more rooms.
As Aiden wheeled Dylan to the elevator, he caught Eden confronting the receptionist. Eden was livid. She had
already spoken to the front desk, so how did Aiden manage to secure extra rooms?
Ignoring the receptionist's attempts to explain, Eden slapped her hard. "Are you trying to get fired? If I'm upset,
you'll all be out of a job!"
The poor receptionist clutched her cheek, tears brimming in her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Eden tossed a few hundred dollars on the counter, muttering, "Use this for the bruise.
Don't breathe a word about this to Dylan."
Quickly, she turned and hurried after Dylan.
The other receptionists rushed to console their colleague. They were used to dealing with spoiled heiresses like
Eden.
*
Upstairs, Aiden paused by Clara's room as he wheeled Dylan past. "Sir, this is Ms. Clara's room."
Dylan had been silent the whole ride, his thoughts a mystery. Now, he glanced at Clara's door. It was shut tight,
no sound from inside.
His fingers twitched on the wheelchair armrest. He was about to leave when the door swung open.
Clara stood there, hair tousled from sleep.
Dylan's eyes lingered on her for a few moments.
Clara met his gaze, feeling like luck wasn't on her side today. Of all people to bump into, it had to be Dylan.
Should've checked her horoscope.
Her expression was clear as day to Dylan.
She quickly shifted to a professional smile. "Mr. Dylan, | thought you'd be settled in by now. Didn't expect you
just got up here. The rooms here are pretty basic, but hey, the ocean view's nice." She laughed lightly.
"I'm off to grab a bite. Feeling a bit peckish." She waved, heading for the elevator, not waiting for Dylan to
respond.
Aiden was about to continue to Dylan's room but noticed Dylan still watching Clara walk away. He gently
reminded, "Sir, she's gone."
Dylan finally looked away, murmuring a low "Hmm."
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