Chapter 6 Caught in an affair
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The garden party at the villa was buzzing with chatter and clinking glasses. Claire's ill-fitting dress had somehow become the hot topic among a group of debutantes, who bonded over the fashion mishap.
As the birthday celebration slowly reached its peak, someone couldn't wait any longer and called out for Serena to cut the cake and make her wish.
Serena walked over to Nelson. "Nelson, come on, cut the cake with me."
Nelson glanced at his watch, looking visibly annoyed. "I'm going to check on Claire. Just go ahead and cut it with Aunt Elena."
Serena hadn't expected Claire to pop into his mind first—her expression darkened for a second. She'd planned to bring Claire up after the cake, but judging by the time, things should be heating up perfectly now. Leading people over would be just in time.
She smiled. "Oh right. Let's go together. Maybe she's upset about the dress thing—if I'm there too, I can help explain."
Nelson wanted to say it wasn't necessary, but after hearing that, he gave a light nod and started towards the villa.
As he walked away, Serena's smile vanished. Her face twisted with resentment.
She cast a glance at her friends standing behind her, gave them a subtle signal, and followed Nelson in.
One tells another, and like that, a whole crowd followed, as if it were some big show about to unfold.
Soon enough, the group reached the most secluded room on the second floor.
The moment the door creaked open, everyone gasped and instinctively stared at Nelson's head, probably to gauge his reaction.
The floor was a mess—clothes everywhere. A man's jacket, trousers, shirt, even that ill-suited evening gown of Claire's was draped messily over a screen, its placement perfectly blocking whatever action was going on behind it.
Just the chaotic scene was shocking enough, not to mention the voices coming from behind the screen—
"Wow, that's amazing! Yeah, just like that!"
"My turn! Hey, don't hog!"
"Chill, chill—one at a time, no rush."
"…"
People exchanged awkward glances, silently trash-talking in their minds.
This adopted daughter of the Thompsons really had some guts. Pulling something like this at her sister's birthday party? And those voices… didn't sound like just one guy.
Bold move, seriously.
Just then, a painful male whine echoed from behind the screen. "Why is it me again? I can't… I really can't go anymore…"
Another gasp swept through the crowd.
Damn. Claire wasn't playing around—one guy couldn't even keep up?
All eyes subconsciously turned to Nelson—faces full of mixed feelings.
Right then, Serena spoke up. "Maybe we should, um... give them some privacy?"
But before she could finish, Nelson, face like a storm cloud, already stepped past her, heading straight for the screen.
He looked like he'd had enough—eyes burning, hand lifting, he yanked down the hanging clothes in one fierce motion.
Bang—
The crash was deafening, followed by dead silence.
The crowd that had just pushed in ready to watch the drama froze, shaken by the scene in front of them. Phones raised, but no one remembered to start recording.
Serena shoved through the crowd, her voice loud and self-righteous. "Claire! What the hell are you doing? How could you pull something like this in a bedroom?! You—"
She cut off mid-sentence.
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