Chapter 128 Impersonation
Elizabeth's outfit was stunning, totally matching her vibe, making her look like some kind of untouchable goddess.
But Clara? Her outfit was even more over-the-top and flashy.
After six years, Clara had only gotten more glamorous and, if possible, even more arrogant. Back then, her arrogance was subtle, but now? She wore it like a badge of honor.
Elizabeth felt a pang of sadness.
Mia called her Mrs. Windsor.
If she was Alexander's wife, then what did that make Clara?
How ironic.
But maybe it was for the best.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and smirked at Clara. "Clara, not only do I live here, but I also share a bed with Alexander. We're married, and yes, we have sex. Got it? Alexander spoils me now. This outfit? His people sent it to me. Nice, right?"
Clara snapped, "You!"
She was so mad she could've ground her teeth to dust.
After a moment, Clara spat out, "Elizabeth! How shameless can you be! You have no sense of decency! Do you even know why my fiancé brought you back to Aldoria?"
Elizabeth shrugged, "Yeah, to mess with me. To make me entertain men. So what?"
"Since you know, how can you be so smug?" Clara shot back.
Elizabeth sneered, "Why shouldn't I be? This is who I am. Six years ago, didn't everyone in Sunwillow City's high society know? To you, I was just a shameless woman who seduced men everywhere. Clara, how come you only realized my shamelessness after six years?"
Clara went silent.
Elizabeth's sneer turned into a sharp laugh. "Clara! Six years ago, whether I went to prison in your place or was manipulated by Oliver to be with Alexander, I never hated your Guise family. But when they replaced me with you, denying my child the status she deserved, that's when I started hating you all."
Elizabeth continued, "If I couldn't come back, fine. But since I have, whether Alexander brought me back to mess with me or to make me entertain countless men, I don't care. I'm already under his thumb. But while I'm with Alexander or some of his clients, I'll find every way to destroy your entire Guise family. Just wait for it!"
Clara shivered at Elizabeth's words, taking a step back in fear.
She had come today to put Elizabeth in her place, but now she was scared. It was only for a moment, though, and then Clara was back to her usual arrogant self.
She raised an eyebrow proudly at Elizabeth, jeering, "Elizabeth! You're lower than dirt now. You may be living with Alexander, but so what? He only sees you as a tool, not even a person! You think you can crush me? Not in this lifetime. I haven't told you yet, but Declan, the head of the Jones family, hates you the most and wants to beat you to death. Oh, and he's my grandpa and I'm his favorite. Elizabeth, if you want me dead or the Guise family destroyed, keep dreaming."
"Declan? He's your grandfather?" Elizabeth's jaw practically hit the floor. She couldn't believe it. Now it all made sense why Clara was so full of herself—she had some serious backup.
"Yep!" Clara said, her eyes gleaming with pride and a nasty hint of jealousy.
Six years ago, when Alexander and Clara called off their engagement and Alexander locked Clara up in the Guise Mansion to have the baby, the whole Guise family was freaking out. Clara knew the baby wasn't Alexander's, and once that got out, they were toast.
Just when they thought all hope was lost, Declan showed up.
Clara still remembered that day like it was yesterday.
Outside the Guise Mansion, there were at least twenty fancy black cars parked. Declan, with four bodyguards in tow, walked in, making Oliver and Lila faint on the spot.
They thought the Windsor family had sent Declan to wipe them out, but instead, Declan looked at them and asked Oliver, "Do you have an ex-wife?"
Oliver started sweating bullets and stammered, "I have an ex, but she wasn't my wife. Mr. Jones, what do you need?"
"Is it this woman?" Declan pulled out a photo of a young Donna.
Oliver took one look and knew it was her. He nodded, too scared to lie.
Then he cautiously asked, "What's the matter, Declan?"
"This is my daughter. She is..." Declan's stern face softened, and he spoke in a voice that sounded ancient, "Is she... is she still alive? Where is she now?"
Oliver was floored, thinking, 'Oh my gosh! The Guise family is in big trouble!'
As Oliver stood there, pale and stunned, Lila, who was slumped on the ground, suddenly said, "So you are Clara's grandfather."
Oliver and Clara were speechless.
Declan, who was about to grill Oliver some more, was also taken aback and looked at Lila. "What did you say? Who is Clara?"
At that moment, Oliver snapped out of it, quickly wiping the sweat from his forehead, and cried out, "Mr. Jones."
Oliver continued, "When I met Donna, I was a poor man. She was in rags, hadn't eaten for days, and was staying in my dorm. After a few days, we made wedding rings out of straw and got married. Later, we had Clara, but we were too poor. When Clara was born, Donna died in childbirth."
Clara, who was also a pretty good actress, crawled to Declan's feet and cried, "So, you are my Grandpa."
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