Her deep hatred had turned into extreme disgust.
'Do you want to die? I'll help you!"
Her gaze turned extremely cruel and wild. She wanted nothing but to shoot him to death to vent her hatred for being lied to and fooled, but alas… she could not bring herself to do so.
"Cut the crap! Give Adie back to us. From now on, well have nothing to do with each other!"
However, William shook his head. "I won't tell you where the boy went even if you kill me, because the other party is too dangerous. You guys can't afford to offend that person. If I tell you, you'll be in danger. I've come to a desperate end now, and I'm left with no choice…"
"William Jones!"
Clara was pissed off and kicked him in the stomach. "Do you know how important Adie is to Joanna and me? If you feel a tinge of guilt or regret, you'll tell me immediately. Don't make me kill you!"
William covered his aching belly and was in pain.
His gentle eyes had always been filled with brightness. Now they were filled with tears. He seemed to be grieving.
He extended his arms again and almost pleaded with her, "Clara. Hug me, okay?"
Clara was struck speechless.
She realized that it was useless no matter how much she beat, scolded, and threatened him. Hence, she changed her plan and softened her tone. She asked, "Will you tell me the truth if I hug you?"
William was stunned for a while before he nodded. "Yes, I'll tell you everything as long as you hug me."
'Fine, I'll hug you."
Clara also extended her arms to hug him.
However, she felt greatly disgusted inwardly.
That scumbag had lied to her. Now he even pretended to be passionate. She was greatly disgusted.
If it weren't for the fact that she had to make him tell her Adie's whereabouts, she would have shot him to death long ago.
"Clara, you know what? I never expected to fall for you…"
William hugged her very tightly as if he wanted to make her a part of him.
"Do you remember the first time we met? It was at this very restaurant too. You were teaching a scumbag a lesson at the time who bullied a young woman. You kicked him several feet away. You even pointed at him and claimed that you hate the kind of coward who bullied girls the most. You made him remember your name. You told him you're the most heroic woman in the City, Clara Blackwood…
'I thought that you were too violent at that time, and you were not at all my type. I thought that no men would like you, but… I only spent a month with you before I fell head over heels for you!
'You're adorable, kind, and loyal. You're as naive and innocent as a child. I feel like the absolute sinner every time I approach you…"
Clara lay in his arms, but she rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.
She yearned to interrupt his sentimental confession, but she could only keep up the act to find out where Adie was.
"I'm filled with great remorse. I let Alice control me forthat ridiculous obsession in my mind. In the end, I hurt you and your friend. I'm a sinner, and I don't deserve your forgiveness."
"Hmph! You know your place well. Now it's time for you to make up for it. Don't stall for time. You…"
'Ahem! Ahem!"
William suddenly coughed vigorously. Besides, he was on the verge of collapse.
Clara noticed that something was amiss. When she looked up, she found dark blood oozing from his lips.
He smiled at her and confessed, "Clara, I've wronged you, but my love for you is real. I know that you can't bring yourself to do it. So I'll kill myself to give you an explanation.
William was quite weak now. He found it hard to stand, so he leaned his head against Clara's shoulders.
He had long known that he had committed an unforgivable crime, and it was no longer possible for him to be with Clara. Hence, he was determined to die. He just wanted to see and hug her one last time.
He had consumed a strong poison before meeting her. Now the poison started to take effect.
"Clara, this is what I deserve. I regret many things, but the one thing I don't regret is getting to know you. I have no regrets now that I can die in your arms…"
William spoke intermittently. He exhausted his last effort to hug Clara as long as he could.
Clara's eyes became red as she said fiercely to him, ' William Jones, you're just a cunning man. What tricks do you want to pull now? A sympathy getting ploy, isn't it? I won't believe you!
Til count to three. Tell me where Adie is right away. If not, you're going to suffer. Three, two…"
Joanna was sitting quite far from them, so she could not hear their conversation at all.
She just saw her beat him up. Then she hugged him, and he cried and wailed piteously. At a glance, it was a very complicated entanglement. They could not separate from each other at all.
She was fine with it.
Although William was a scumbag, she would give them her blessing if he turned over a new leaf and be with Clara sincerely.
After all, the most interesting thing about love was that it would make a conscious person lose their mind and principles.
Frankly speaking, people knew that love was a piece of crap. No matter how others around them tried to dissuade them from that, they would still enjoy it greatly if they got deeply involved in it.
Joanna even felt that she would fall in love with Ace again if he were still alive. They would just go around in circles.
That was the typical mindset in love. People always claimed that it was disgusting and stupid, but she rather enjoyed it.
Ace…
Why was she thinking about him again?
Joanna shook her head and lifted her glass to take a sip. She tried her best to stop thinking about him.
At that time, a waiter carried a light blue cocktail over and put it in front of her.
"Excuse me, miss. A gentleman bought this glass of Blue Flame for you."
Joanna did not even look at it before she replied indifferently, "Just put it there."
She was devastatingly charming. There were endless people trying to hit on her, buy her a drink, or ask for a light, from the moment she took her seat. Naturally, she would not even look at that glass of Blue Flame.
'The gentlemen wished that you could give it a try. He claims that it's your favorite."
"Oh?"
She retrieved her gaze and looked at that glass of cocktail. Her gaze instantly changed as she lifted the glass to take a sip.
That familiar taste filled her with agitation and anxiety.
Joanna quickly stood up and asked the waiter with a sharp gaze, "Where's the gentleman who bought me the drink?"
Tm sorry. He has left."
'What does he look like? Is he very tall and handsome? Does he carry a cold and condescending aura?"
"He's indeed handsome, but he looks very aloof and distant. Do you guys know each other?"
Joanna did not answer his question but continued asking agitatedly, "Which way did he go?"
Humph! Of course, he was more than her acquaintance.
She specially designed that cocktail. The vodka's fierceness was blended with the freshness of mint. It was then mixed with lime-flavored soda water. Its chemical reaction turned the color of the drink into a melancholy blue… She had only made that drink for Ace before.
So, she was certain that the man who bought her that glass of cocktail was Ace.
That discovery was like some kind of stimulant drug. Consequently, Joanna became quite excited and anxious