Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 Nightlife

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Lydia’s reputation was ruined. Claudia’s move had made sure she could never rely on dancing to make a comeback or in any other field.

She was ruthless.

And the hardest part? As the executor, Mandy had to control how far she went.

Mandy hesitated. Claudia spoke casually, “If you don’t want to do this, I can find someone else to get the job done.”

This was no big deal. Sterling could make one call and handle it.

But since she and Mandy could both benefit from it and Sterling could stay out of it entirely, Claudia saw no reason to bother him.

Mandy got the message.

She dropped her plan to negotiate again.

If Sterling stepped in, she wouldn’t even get the scraps.

“Don’t worry,” she promised. “I’ll handle it flawlessly.”

They talked a bit longer. Then Mandy leaned in with a reminder. “Even if it’s for my grandpa’s sake, I’ll ask for a high price. The Lancasters won’t just want to minimize their losses. They might try to stop the problem at its source. I heard Alice’s aunt knows Sterling. They might come to you for a settlement agreement.”

They couldn’t hurt her, but they sure are annoying.

Claudia stretched lazily. “Let them come. I’ve got something to say to them too.”

Mandy chuckled. “Fine. Looks like I don’t need to worry about you.”

She then asked curiously, “By the way, it’s already noon. You didn’t answer my calls last night. Don’t tell me you were too busy celebrating wildly with someone. Ms. Lancaster, you have to take it easy.”

Claudia wasn’t fazed. “Why so concerned about us? Is it because you don’t have a nightlife?”

Mandy was forever tangled in power struggles with her cousins and still single. She was left speechless.

Dammit!

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Chapter 152 Nightlife

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After hanging up, Claudia tugged open the neckline of her nightgown and pecked inside. Then, she flipped the hem up to check her waist and legs. Nothing. Not a mark.

She remembered bits of last night.

After her dance, Sterling caught her. He worried she’d catch a chill and forcibly carried her home on his back.

Before they left, she even made him pick up the trash.

Sterling couldn’t help but laugh, both amused and helpless. “You’re completely drunk,” he said, shaking his head, “and you still care about public cleanliness?”

Sterling hung up the call to his driver with a sigh. Resigned, he gently set the squirming, drunken Claudia down on his clean suit jacket. Then, he crouched and started picking up the mess piece by piece. He gathered every bit of trash and tossed it all into the nearest bin, making sure the area was spotless before finally stopping.

Without calling anyone for help, he simply scooped her back up, holding her heels in one hand and carrying her on his back. Step by step, he headed toward the parking lot.

Later, as she half–dozed in his arms, she could still faintly feel him massaging her calves in the car, wiping her feet with a wet wipe. After getting home, he even helped her change her clothes.

But then…

Claudia glanced again at her spotless, perfectly untouched skin. No marks. No signs. Nothing.

Wait a minute! Is Sterling not capable of performing in bed?

Frustrated, she smacked the bed.

The bold, drama–free Rosebud then pulled the blanket over her head, lay flat on her stomach, and started furiously typing on her phone.

“Sterling, are you not capable?”

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