Never See You Again

"Then, what's with the private girls' school?" Maeve sensed that something was off

Bryce shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure, but Clara definitely wasn't a student there. Pioneer High School is where kids from less privileged backgrounds go,

"As far as I remember, Clara had a mother who was addicted to gambling, and their financial situation was terrible. Our homeroom teacher had. to keep reminding Clara to pay her tuition fees. She said that she'd pay, but soon after, she dropped out."

Maeve frowned, realizing that Clara wasn't the orphan that she had claimed to be.

"I do know that the prestigious girls' school only admits girls from orphanages. Every year, the Brooks Group and other enterprises would sponsor one or two girls from that school"

Maeve remembered that in her previous life, the Brooks Group had supported many students, but Clara had been an exception. During a charity event, Sergio had seen Clara feeding a stray cat, which had lef a strong impression on him.

In her previous life, Clara had seemed gentle and kind to Sergio. Maybe it was her compassionate act combined with her innocent appearance that had sparked Sergio's interest.

"I'll have someone look into this thoroughly." Maeve said, still frowning.

Bryce chuckled and gently smoothed out her frown.

Maeve snapped out of her thoughts and said, "What's wrong?"

"You're younger than me, but you're always so pensive. Ms. Scott, it's time for you to rest now. Could you please take it easy?"

"All that information is a lot to take in, so I need some time to process it."

Maeve then texted Zayla, instructing her to investigate Clara's background at Pioneer High School.

A waiter knocked on the door and then entered with a cart before quickly setting the table with their food.

Maeve said, "To thank you for this valuable lead, I've picked the most expensive dishes on the menu. How's that for appreciation?"

"Very thoughtful," Bryce replied, clinking his glass with hers. Outside, someone discreetly took a photo of them.

Later that night, Maeve returned to Brooks Manor, with Bryce personally driving her home.

Sergio saw them from the first-floor window and frowned. He remembered that Bryce was an artist from Scott Media

"Sergio, I've made you some coffee," Cecilia said. She was wearing a casual dress and an apron, and she waited for Sergio's response

expectantly.

"I don't drink coffee at night," Sergio replied indifferently.

"That's fine, I've also made tea." As she was about to hand a cup of hot tea to Sergio, her hand slipped, and it spilled on his shirt.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't do it on purpose..." Cecilia said

When Maeve opened the door, she saw Cecilia dabbing at Sergio's shirt, standing very close to him. Sergio immediately stepped back and approached Maeve

"Madam, please don't get it wrong. The tea was too hot, and I lost my grip....This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"It's fine," Maeve said with a faint smile. "Ms. Hoffman, I hope you'll feel at home here. It's late now, so you should get some rest." "Okay..." Cecilia gave Sergio a lingering look, but his attention was entirely on Maeve.

- Chapter 227