Chapter 354 He had always assumed Mr. Foster didn't even know who he was.
Overjoyed and without a hint of suspicion, Asher made his way to Suite 101—and sure enough, his old classmates were already there.
With everyone fawning over him, Asher felt his ego soar. He was practically floating, basking in their praise and attention.
"All right, now that we're all here, let's take our seats," he announced.
As soon as he spoke, the entire group sat down obediently.
Asher's eyes immediately found Claire in the crowd.
Back in high school, Claire had been the girl of his dreams-the one he'd wanted most but never managed to win over.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe'd chased after her for ages, but she was a total enigma. No matter what he did to impress her, she never budged.
There's an old saying: what you can't have is always the most desirable.
Sure, he was married now, but that didn't stop him from seeking a little fun on the side.
In fact, he'd already made up his mind to file for divorce and take his wife for every penny she had-kick her out with nothing.
Once all her money was his, he could have his pick of women whenever he liked.
Asher's gaze lingered on Claire, openly hungry, undressing her with his eyes. The more he looked, the more he thought she was even more beautiful now than she'd been in high school.
He couldn't help but marvel internally at how little his tastes had changed over the years he had always been drawn to women just like Claire.
Too bad, he thought, that in his rush to get ahead, he'd settled for marrying an only child from a mildly wealthy family-a woman who, frankly, reminded him of a pig. Sleeping next to her felt no different than cuddling livestock.
Everyone could see the way Asher was staring at Claire: blunt, greedy, and full of desire.
"Claire, you didn't even RSVP, but you still showed up. Isn't it obvious you're here for our class heartthrob Asher? Now that you've seen him, what are you waiting for? Go say hello to Prince Charming," someone teased.
Claire bristled with disgust at the way Asher was looking at her. His eyes made her skin crawl, as if he was stripping her naked right then and there.
She frowned. "Asher, are you sure you booked Suite 101?" He raised his eyebrows, supremely confident. "Of course I did. I made the reservation myself how could I get it wrong?" Claire fell silent.
Could Mr. Foster really have made a mistake? Either way, she knew she had to get out of there now and find Mr. Foster to clear things up.
Claire grabbed May's hand and headed for the door.
But a wall of classmates blocked their way, refusing to let them pass.
"You're already here-don't leave so soon." "What's wrong? Playing the innocent again? I can't stand your act, Claire." "Seriously, enough already. You keep this up, it's just pathetic." Someone she couldn't even tell who shoved Claire hard.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCaught off guard, she stumbled and fell straight into Asher's arms.
"Told you," someone cackled, "she ctonight just to throw herself at Asher." "Unbelievable. We're all watching and she doesn't even care-her skin must be thicker than a castle wall!"
"Back in high school, Asher chased never her for years and she never gave him a chance. Now that he's rich, she's falling all over him. How shameless can you get?" "Hey, lay off. If Asher likes her, why not? She's making the first move-he'd be a fool to say no."
"Exactly. She's a convict, right? With a criminal record, she'll never land a decent job Might as well sell herself-lying down is the only way she's making money now." Their words were vile.
May was shaking with rage. "Shut your mouths! Ms. Claire isn't anything like what you're saying." "Ms. Claire?" someone sneered. "Please. I bet she's nothing but a whore." Claire struggled to break free from Asher's grip, but he held her tight, refusing to let go.
It was the first tAsher had ever held her, and he was intoxicated by how soft she felt in his arms.
The scent of her perfwas like an aphrodisiac, making his desire flare instantly.
Claire instantly sensed the change in him and felt a wave of nausea her stomach chuthing as she fought the urge to vomit.