Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart-Chapter 963 - Do You Think You Are Still the Clark

Chapter 963: Chapter 963: Do You Think You Are Still the Clark Family’s First Young Lady?

Chapter 963 -963: Do You Think You Are Still the Clark Family’s First Young Lady?

Outside Oceana Club.

A car quietly stopped not far from Enna Clark’s vehicle, with two people sitting inside; one of them seemed very nervous, their hands tightly clasped together, fingers turning pale from the force.

Suddenly, a person dressed like a server jogged over to the car and whispered from outside, “They’re about to come out.”

“Hmm,” came a low female voice.

After receiving a response, the server scurried away sneakily, raising suspicion with his furtive demeanor.

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Inside the car.

The one who had been nervous was even more so now, their palms soaked with sweat, their eyes darting around fiercely, as if struggling with something.

If Juliet Jordan were here, she would recognize at a glance that the nervous person was none other than Jasmine Clark, whom she thought had ‘disappeared.’

Jasmine Clark gripped her left hand with her right, then, due to overwhelming nervousness, switched to clutching her left hand with her right, repeating this several times before she seemed to calm down a bit. She looked at the person next to her, her gaze filled with struggle, “Do we really have to do this?”

The person sitting beside her was backlit, making their features indiscernible, only the outline of their face was vaguely visible, indicating it was a woman.

Compared to Jasmine Clark’s nervousness, the person’s calm could be described as indifference, casting her a fleeting glance and saying, “I’ll remind you once more, it’s not ‘we’, it’s ‘you’!”

The word “you” seemed to sting Jasmine Clark; she frantically grabbed the hand of the person beside her and asked anxiously, “Aren’t you helping me?”

“Why should I help you?”

Jasmine Clark was taken aback by the question and didn’t know how to respond.

Indeed, why would this person help her?

But the one who had rescued her from the underground auction was this person.

The one who had told her how to seek revenge was also this person.

Even now, the one who had brought her here, was this person!

In her mind, this person seemed very capable, so subconsciously, she thought that this person would continue to help her with what followed.

Suddenly being told that she would not receive help anymore left her completely flustered, “But… but I… I’m not sure… I… I’m a bit…”

“Afraid?” The person cut off her stuttering with a sharp question that pierced right to the heart!

The next second, Jasmine Clark’s chin was forcibly gripped, her head lifted as the voice oozed with endless mockery and indifference, “What are you afraid of? Do you still need to be afraid? Do you think you’re still the First Young Lady of the Clark family? How are you any different from a stray dog now? The Clark family is finished, and you will never be able to be with the man you love again. Didn’t you say you hate Enna Clark? Now is your chance, and your only chance! If you’re afraid, I can send you back to the underground auction, back to your previous life.”

Jasmine Clark hesitated at first but upon hearing ‘underground auction,’ her eyes suddenly narrowed to a sharp point, and she began to vehemently refuse, “I don’t want to! Don’t send me back! I won’t go back!”

She didn’t want to return to that place, that place was hell!

“But you’re no longer the First Young Lady of the Clark family now, you have nothing. Even if I don’t send you back, this is still your inevitable end!”

“I won’t go… I don’t want to… I don’t want to…” Jasmine Clark’s eyes started to move crazily as she let out a cold laugh, “I’m not penniless, I am the First Young Lady of the Clark family! I am the First Young Lady of the Clark family! Yes, it’s Enna Clark! It’s Enna Clark who ruined everything! She’s the reason I’ve become what I am now! Brother William…”

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