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Duran stood up and gently took Clara Ocean by the hand and spoke softly, "Clara, although you are not the true daughter of the Ocean family, you will always be my daughter. I will not deprive you of happiness just because Joy is my own daughter."

Du LAN like very fair and just, two daughters treat the mother.

Clara Ocean would have been really confused by her if she hadn't seen her true colors.

Fighting the urge to pull her hand away, Clara Ocean frowned and said, "But..."

Duran interrupts. "You're the one Aaron liked, and you're the one who got married. Don't feel guilty."

Damn guilt.

She just doesn't want to suck it up with that disgusting man.

Duran whispered, "You and Aaron haven't seen each other in so many years, have you lost contact information?"

"Yes," she said.

Dulan got Aaron Willo's contact information from Huaquin Ocean. "Mom just happened to have it. I'll send it to you later.

Clara Ocean hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I see."

Duran was relieved to see her come down.

After Du LAN left, Clara Ocean was not as meek and clever as before.

Within five minutes, Duran's message arrived.

She looked at the string of phone numbers she knew by heart, her eyes twitching, her delicate eyes curling cold.

Her green fingertips clicked, and a call went out.

The bell rang so long that Clara Ocean thought it wouldn't be answered before someone got through.

The first thing that hit my ears was the blaring music.

Clara Ocean reaches into her ear, puts her phone away and puts it on speakerphone.

Aaron Willo is in a nightclub, sitting in a weirdly lit booth with a hot girl in her arms, provocatively putting grapes in his mouth.

Aaron Willo enjoys the service and is impatient with the unexpected guest on the phone. "Who is it?"

Clara Ocean had a soft voice of joy and anticipation. "Is this Aaron Willo?"

"I am. Who are you?"

"Brother Aaron, this is Clara Ocean, do you remember me?"

Clara Ocean...

How could he not remember her?

The main purpose of his visit to Ocean City was to break off their engagement.

Aaron Willo had a bad smile on his face. "I remember you, Sister Clara."

"Really?"

Clara Ocean looked as happy as the world and asked sweetly, "Brother Aaron, where are you? I wanted to meet you."

"I'm in the middle of something. I'll call you when I'm not."

"Ok, I'll wait for your call."

With that, Aaron Willo hung up.

Clara Ocean's expression is as cold as her voice sounds sweet when she talks to Aaron Willo.

It's no secret where Aaron Willo is and what he's doing.

But none of that has anything to do with her.

She only hated herself for being so ignorant and ignorant.

...

The other side

Aaron Willo threw away his phone in disgust and was getting intimate with the woman in his arms as if no one were watching. His playmate laughed and asked, "Aaron, who called you?"

It took Aaron Willo a long time to look up. His face was pure and charming. "How many people in the whole Ocean City, Clara, are related to me?"

The playmate second understands, "It is your fake daughter fiancee."

Aaron Willo gently pushed the woman away from him and picked up the scarlet liquid on the table. "Soon it won't be anymore."

"You came to Ocean City for your engagement with the Ocean family?"

Aaron Willo said scornfully, "Two days ago, Huaquin Ocean called me and told me in secret that she was going to marry me, and now Clara Ocean calls me just to get married."

"I can tell on my toes what Huaquin Ocean is trying to do. The old man has a nice idea, but does he really think I'm a garbage shelter and will take any woman?"

Clara Ocean is not Huaquin Ocean's own daughter. He kept her because he wanted to sell her for a profit and make back the money he had invested in her over the years.

But he didn't want to think, who would take a bad chess game?

His playmate raised his glass and quipped, "How can that be good enough for Master Qin?"

Aaron Willo laughed and raised his glass.

Glasses clattered in midair, and before the two of them could reach their lips, the club manager and a group of bodyguards came over and stood in front of them.

Aaron Willo's fun was interrupted. "What are you doing?" he asked coldly.

With a formulaic smile, the club manager says, "Gentlemen, please leave."

"Why?"

'Because you've been blacklisted.'

Once they're blacklisted, they'll never set foot in the store again.

They are also barred from entering not just this store, but other branches across the country.

Exasperated, Hu pointed his finger at the manager's nose and said, "I spend at least 200,000 yuan here every month. Are you sure you want to kick us out?"

The manager did not change his face: "Yes."

This shop is a veritable gold den, with a daily turnover of tens of millions of yuan. Hu Quan's 200,000 yuan is just like a small stone thrown into the lake. Even a little water does not stir up.

They are the only ones who take themselves seriously.

The manager glanced at the time on his wrist. "Gentlemen, are you going to leave on your own initiative, or shall the bodyguards?"

Hu Quan: "We spent money here today."

"We will pay for all your consumption today."

With that said, the manager stopped talking nonsense with them and directly asked the bodyguard to go out.

The fight between the two of them at the club today was big enough, and humiliating enough, for the whole community to know about the scandal.

The manager watched as the bouncers kicked the two of them out and turned to the booth next to Aaron Willo.

The booth seemed to be isolated from all the noise and extravagance around it, immersed in a cool and quiet atmosphere. The tall man in the corner was shrouded in shadow, and the expression on his handsome face was not clear, except that the man's bony fingers were holding a crystal-clear goblet.

The manager replied respectfully, "Mr Pori, they have been shown the door as you ordered."

"Well, go about your business."

The man's deep, magnetic voice rang loud.

Fan slouched back on the sofa. "Brother, did you kick them both out because of Clara Ocean?"

The distance between the two booth is not far, the two people in case others can not hear the same, loud, Feng Fan naturally heard them in Clara Ocean.

Tink Pori didn't answer him.

Feng Fan understood, and he spoke significantly: "Brother, this is not like you!"

Tink Pori is indifferent by nature. He never shows curiosity about irrelevant people or things, nor does he give help or stand up for others.