Chapter 3351 Disguise
"Your Highness, what shall we do now?"
The subordinate sitting in the driver's seat glanced at Clara, a look of confusion crossing his face.
Clara crossed her long legs, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. She picked up a makeup case from the side and began to adjust her appearance.
Within mere minutes, the rosy glow of her cheeks faded away, leaving her complexion pale as parchment.
Her once luscious red lips cracked and dried, transforming her into a ghost of her former self.
It was as though she had stepped into another person's skin, her vibrant essence replaced by an aura of desolation.
She reached for an old, faded shirt that had lost its color over countless washes.
Without considering the subordinate in front of her, Clara shed her lavish clothing with graceful ease.
The driver quickly averted his gaze, lowering his head at the sight of her undressing.
Once dressed in the worn shirt, Clara's identity morphed from that of a wealthy heiress to a struggling commoner. Yet, the faded fabric failed to conceal her striking figure, which stood out even more prominently in this tattered attire. She stole a glance at herself in the rearview mirror, nodding in satisfaction at her disguise.
"Wait here," she instructed, her voice carrying a hint of finality as she swung open the car door and stepped out.
In an instant, her demeanor shifted dramatically.
The air of pride and confidence that had once enveloped her vanished completely, replaced by the delicate vulnerability of a lost girl.
Her eyes brimmed with helplessness and urgency as she unconsciously drifted toward Helen's direction.
After handling her affairs over a leisurely brunch, Helen planned to drive away.
As she prepared to leave, she noticed a girl approaching from afar and instinctively shifted to the side to avoid a collision.
Just then, she reached for her phone to make a call.
Suddenly, she felt a soft bump against something, and her phone slipped from her grip, crashing to the ground.
"Who was that? Can't you watch where you're going?" Helen exclaimed, frustration bubbling up as she stared at the shattered screen of her phone.
She stood before Clara, tears welling in her eyes as she appeared pitiful and vulnerable.
"I'm so sorry. I got distracted," Clara replied in a shaky voice.
The entire scenario seemed orchestrated, a deliberate ploy for Clara to strike up a conversation with Helen. "Are you aware of how expensive my phone is? You need to pay for it!" Helen shot back, her irritation flaring.
Her phone contained a trove of important information, now irreparably damaged, requiring hours of repair.
With a disdainful glance at the tattered Clara, Helen muttered an expletive under her breath, feeling unlucky in this encounter. Tears streamed down Clara's cheeks, her expression laced with desperation as she fished out some loose change from her pocket.
"I'm sorry. This is all I have," she
managed to say through her sobs "My husband has money.wait while I find him... I will repay
Helen looked at Clara with a mix of surprise and skepticism.
"What's your husband's number? Where does he work? I can take you to him," she offered, her curiosity piqued.
Despite her wealth, she couldn't bear the thought of spending her own money to repair her phone.novelbin
Although helping this woman find her husband seemed troublesome, Helen leaned more toward that option.
"My husband is named Matthew, but
I don't know his number or where he works, Clara confessed, her voice trembling. "He is usually traveling for work and only comes to see me once or twice a week."
The words fell from Clara's lips like thunder, striking deep within Helen's heart.
"What did you say your husband's name was?" she demanded, her tone suddenly rising with excitement.
Clara flinched at the sharpness of Helen's voice, rendered speechless as tears continued to flow silently down her face.
In an attempt to control her growing anxiety, Helen quickly softened her tone.
"Please, tell me. Is your husband's name Matthew? And is he incredibly handsome?"