"You probably shouldn't kill him yet," she told Clara, "because now that Alice is missing, William Jones is the only one who must know where Adie is, since he is Alice's minion."
She must hurry up and drag that ungrateful son of hers home as soon as possible, otherwise the little rascal might totally forget his real mother and only regard a complete stranger as his mother!
Coincidentally, just as Clara was about to call William Jones to confront him, she received a call from the man himself.
"Well!" Clara answered the phone as she gritted her teeth, bristling with rage. "Good evening, Dr. Jones! I can't believe you've still got the gall to contact me!"
"It sounds like you've found out the truth. Are you free? Can we meet up? I'll confess everything."
"Okay, then! At least you've still got some honor left!"
They then agreed on the place where they would meet. Clara hung up the phone and began to furiously ransack the place.
"What are you looking for?" Joanna asked.
"I'm looking for my gun. My brother gave it to me so I can protect myself. I've always treated it as a toy and never expected that there'd be a day when I would have a reason to use it!"
Eventually, she found the short-barreled lady's pistol on one of the shelves in the study. She wiped the muzzle of the gun and scoffed, "Once he hands Adie over to us, I'll kill that *sshole in one shot! He should've known better than to deceive an Blackwood woman!"
Joanna stood aside watching her best friend, and could not help but shake her head. She knew Clara very well, and she was certain that Clara would never have the heart to actually do it. Clara was just like her—their hearts were too soft. No matter how much someone might hurt them, they still could not completely hate that person, much less wish them dead.
Ace's death was the perfect example. Instead of filling her with joy and satisfaction, his death only made her feel a sense of loss. The kind of loss you got when a certain corner of your heart that had been aching for a long time was suddenly cut off and removed. The pain was not relieved because of the removal at all, but instead was merely replaced by a sense of emptiness.
Joanna paused and had to wilfully stop herself from thinking about that man, because the thought of him always brought a pang of uncontrollable pain in her heart!
William Jones had told Clara to meet him at a hip restaurant near South Bay Beach. It was the place where he and Clara had their first date. William sat alone at a table, watching the waves hit the shore and retreat back into the sea. He bitterly gulped down glass after glass of drinks.
Once Clara parked her supercar, she stormed into the restaurant and spotted William with a mere glance.
"William Jones, you son of a b*tch! I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
She rushed straight towards the man and slapped him on both sides of his face right away. She then grabbed his hair and demanded, "Tell me where Adie is right now!
After that fierce beating, it soon attracted a lot of onlookers to surround that scene.
Joanna found a relatively remote place and casually sat down. After that, she crossed her legs elegantly. She would protect Clara if William dared to resist, and teach him a hard lesson.
However, William's reaction was beyond her expectation.
Clara slapped him four or five times hard, but he did not even frown. He still wore a passionate and loyal expression.
"Lei, can I hug you?"
William's cheeks were filled with finger marks, but he extended his arms as if he felt no pain. He just wanted to pull his beloved woman into his arms.
"Don't you f*cking touch me! You scumbag!"
Clara became angrier as she moved both her hands to slap him several times until her hands ached.
The onlookers could not take it anymore, and they started criticizing her.
"This woman is too violent! Does she think she's a princess? She can't slap her man this way no matter how much he adores her. If she were my woman, I would break up with her right away!"
"This man is so cheap. He was still trying to please her when she slapped him like that. Serves him right!"
"Look! Why aren't the women speaking up? Doesn't it count as domestic abuse if a woman hits a man?"
Clara was already annoyed. When she became the target of scorn now, she roared at the onlookers angrily, "Do you guys have nothing better to do? Can't you stop talking? Get lost! If not, I'll slap you guys too!"
However, the others did not stop talking but criticized her more further.
"This handsome man looks refined, handsome, and charming. This woman doesn't deserve him at all…"
The most outrageous thing was that a young woman tried to help William. She held his arm and stated enthusiastically, "Handsome, your girlfriend is so violent and willful. She doesn't love you at all. Why don't you break up with her, and I'll be your girlfriend."
Consequently, Clara flew into a rage and dragged William behind her. She then claimed her ownership in front of that young woman. "This f*cking scumbag is mine. Even if I beat him to death, he's mine. It's not up to a shorty like you to snatch what I give up!"
"You don't have a say in this. You've got to ask his opinion. No man can take it no matter how beautiful and rich you are because you're such a violent woman."
The young woman brushed past Clara and encouraged William, who was behind Clara. "Handsome, I'm certain you've long yearned to break up with her. Don't be scared. If you feel threatened, blink your eyes. We'll help you escape from such a violent woman!"
William's face became swollen from the slaps. His handsome and refined face appeared quite pitiful. However, he smiled with satisfaction.
"Guys, don't worry about me, and don't get my girlfriend wrong. We get along like this. I love her, and she loves me too. This is our way of showing our love for each other. The more vigorously she slaps
me, the more it shows that she loves me. My love for her will grow too… You guys won't understand our happiness!"
After he made that remark, everyone was flabbergasted.
Clara inevitably screamed, "How crazy!"
The young woman looked awkward. "Okay, I'll leave you be."
Since both of them were willing, the onlookers left in dismay.
"Clara, they're finally gone. Just slap me until you vent all your anger out."
William held Clara's hand and closed his eyes. He willingly waited for Clara to slap him.
He felt that it was his greatest happiness at the moment since Clara was willing to slap her.
Besides, he was over the moon since she was willing to compete for his affection against another woman just now. He claimed sincerely, "I'm willing to be your ghost even if you beat me to death!"
"Urk!"
Clara covered her mouth, and she almost vomited.