Never See You Again

Sergio returned home early. When Allie saw Maeve, she happily approached her, "Madam, how was the gathering today?"

Gathering? Maeve glanced at Sergio, who was engrossed in reading the newspaper on the living room sofa. So, that's how he lied

Maeve smiled and replied, "The gathering went smoothly, I suppose."

"It should have been Mr. Brooks who sent you back; it's not safe for you to be out this late," Allie remarked.

"It's fine, he let me use the car," Maeve said. Today, she left the mall by driving the car Sergio had used. The thought of Sergio having to take a taxi home made Maeve feel good as he always had a dedicated driver waiting for him.

"Allie, you can go home now if there's nothing else for you to do. We have some other issues tonight," Maeve said. Sergio glanced at Maeve, and the phrase "issues" suddenly took on a different meaning.

Allie cheerfully agreed, "Alright, alright, I'll tidy up and go. Mrs. Brooks Senior is also waiting for me to clean up her place."

While Allie packed up her things, Maeve turned to Sergio and said, "How can you lie so effortlessly? Doesn't your conscience prick you?"

"You played along well too," Sergio said coldly. "I bought a house for Clara, so she can live in the same community as you. It's quiet, perfect for her recovery, and offers ample privacy."

Maeve raised an eyebrow. "That's quite generous of you." It wasn't cheap to buy a house in that area. Although it might not be a big deal for Sergio, buying one directly for Clara showed his extreme fondness. "I hope you can keep this a secret," Sergio said,

"Are you afraid that I'll see her one day and tell Mrs. Brooks Senior?" Maeve retorted. "Don't worry, you've paid me hush money, I'm not that bored." Maeve went upstairs to bring down her luggage and began to pack. The play was over, and she was not willing to continue living under the same roof as Sergio.

Sergio frowned as Maeve dragged her suitcase downstairs. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"I have classes tomorrow, so I'm going back," Maeve said.

"What if grandma asks about-"

"Just tell her I went to Maldives for a vacation," Maeve interrupted. "I'm not really in the mood to see you these days. I bet you feel the same way, right?"

Sergio's face darkened as Maeve left, flipping her hair carefreely.

Lyra's car was already waiting outside the Brooks Manor. Sergio watched Maeve leave, then tightened his grip on the newspaper. He had no idea Marve was so good at making friends. She wouldn't even stay at home now for a friend.

Sergio called Larry and said, "Go to the school now to help Clara pack her luggage. Let her move in now."Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Larry was puzzled. "Now?"

Lyra parked the car outside the community gate and swiped her access card. Just as they were about to enter, Maeve noticed Sergio's car. Larry was helping out Clara with the luggage in the trunk.

Lyra saw Clara and immediately burst into anger, "Clara? How can she come in?" The residents here needed identity verification: One couldn't enter without holding a certain status.

At this moment, Clara also looked toward Lyra with a hint of provocation in her eyes.