Chapter 424 Creating a Sense of Crisis
Elise was slightly frustrated after Alexander left. She actually had something to say to him, but now she had to find another time. She turned around and looked coldly at the trickster. “What are you doing?”
“I just want to be closer to you. You don’t have to be so fierce about it, Elise.” Claude put on a tearful act.
Elise loosened her right hand, and the needle in her sleeve fell into her palm. She was ready to attack.
Claude noticed that, so he retreated back into the room at once and stuck out his head just enough for him to see. “Hey, can’t we talk this through? You can’t attack me just like that. At least give me a hint.”
“You asked for it.” She took another step.
“Stop!” Claude stopped her. “Hold it right there! I was just trying to help, Elise! Don’t you get it?”
“No.” I just think you want to mess this family up.
“Of course you don’t.” He sighed and came out of the room.
The moment he stood still, Elise sent her needle flying and rooted him to the spot.
“Can’t you at least hear me out? Oh my god!” Claude had a look of horror on his face. Man, she is the most ruthless woman I have ever met.
“No. You’ll run away.” Elise wouldn’t show him any mercy. “Now talk!” she demanded.
Claude whimpered for a moment before he finally said with some grievance, “You’re still young, so you might get duped. I want to create a sense of crisis for him so he’d get annoyed and care about you more. Don’t you see? He’s jealous! And you say I’m not helping.”
“He’s jealous?” Elise stared at the ground. Is he jealous? I guess so, but he was already looking weird before Claude came. Claude only made things worse.
“Yeah. I made your family happy, and now I’m living right next to you. Now he must be coming up with ways to beat me or treat you nicer in case I take you away. I’m doing this for your own good? How can you be so ungra—”
Hm, that’s logical. But he knows nothing about Alexander. He’s a calm and collected man, and he would never try to butter up anyone like Claude does. All he needs to do is just stand there, and his aura’s enough to conquer everyone.
That kind of vibe and air isn’t something someone stupid like Claude can understand. Elise didn’t want to elaborate, so she rolled her eyes and simply walked into her room.
“Hey, don’t go! Please, at least free me!” Claude called after her.
“You deserve this,” she replied calmly. “You called me an ingrate.”
“I did not call you an ingrate,” Claude denied. But then he realized what she was saying, and he pleaded, “I didn’t even finish the sentence, so it doesn’t count.”
“Implied meaning counts to me.” She went into her room and slammed the door shut.
The cold night wind blew across the courtyard. Claude stood beside the door, and his teeth chattered from the cold. Oh god. It’s so cold. Naturally, it was a sleepless night for him.
