Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President

Chapter 61: Breath

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and Claire Shaw stepped back and pressed the elevator button.

It was Owen Crawford rushing over. From a distance, Claire Shaw seemed to keep her distance from Ethan Blackwood, but somehow he felt they were a perfect match.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, extremely eye-catching.

He hurried over, with an apologetic look on his face.

"Uncle, what my mother said just now wasn’t directed at you, don’t take it to heart."

He didn’t even spare a glance at Claire Shaw. See, so-called true love is worthless in the face of power and status.

Just as the elevator door opened, Ethan Blackwood walked in without looking back, "It’s fine."

Right now, he and Claire only had one thing in mind, and everything else was beyond his consideration.

Clearly, Owen Crawford was afraid he would be angry and followed him in. In the elevator, he kept apologizing, annoying Ethan Blackwood to no end.

But Owen Crawford was oblivious to everything and followed them all the way to the roadside, until Claire Shaw’s clear voice opened up: "Mr. Crawford, could I have a word with you?"

Ethan Blackwood, who had been walking in front, paused slightly and turned to look at Claire, a trace of displeasure flitting across his eyes.

Claire Shaw smiled gently, "I only need to take up three minutes of your time."

This sentence was directed to Ethan Blackwood. Owen Crawford was caught in a dilemma; before he could respond, Ethan Blackwood had already left without giving him a glance.

Once Ethan Blackwood disappeared, Owen Crawford’s grandson-like demeanor suddenly changed.

He looked at Claire Shaw from above, his gaze complex, with expectations but also a bit of impatience.

Clearly, he wouldn’t be too happy if Claire proposed reconciliation at this moment.

"Go ahead, I’m very busy, Stella is still waiting for me."

He thought Claire had come to beg him for money, so he put on airs, determined to retrieve what he lost through previous humility.

Of course, most importantly, he wanted to take this chance to control Claire Shaw.

From now on, the groveling should change people. He wanted Claire to understand what reality was, so he was going to establish his authority right now.

Claire Shaw looked steadily at the man before her; it was only after their breakup that she saw his despicable side.

Fortunately, she had already pulled herself out of the mire.

Claire Shaw took out a check, "This is twelve million. The remaining six million is the amount I calculated from the paintings I sold. I’ve already talked to the senior about returning the goods. Once all the paintings are back with their original owners, I will settle the remaining balance."

Owen Crawford’s face drastically changed, this check felt like a slap on his face, shattering all his fantasies completely.

"Where did you get so much money?"

Claire Shaw calmly answered, "I sold the house, and the soaring property prices just filled the gap."

"Are you crazy? That apartment had a huge potential for appreciation, and besides, where will you live after selling it?"

Claire Shaw smiled gently, inserting the check into his pocket, "That’s none of your concern, Mr. Crawford. From now on, we are no longer related in any way. I wish you and Miss Sutton a lifetime of happiness together. Goodbye."

Only then did Owen Crawford panic, suddenly realizing that under his tightened pressure, not only did he fail to get Claire Shaw, but he was also about to lose her forever.

"Claire, listen to my explanation, I..."

He grabbed Claire Shaw’s wrist. The woman who was smiling just a moment ago suddenly grabbed his arm and threw him over her shoulder.

With a loud "bang", Owen Crawford fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Claire Shaw lifted her high-heeled foot and placed it on his chest, her smile still bright, but her fox-like eyes were filled with coldness.

"Mr. Crawford, this is my final warning, stay away from me!"

Owen Crawford was already scared stiff. In the past, Claire was at most indifferent, who knew she would know self-defense!

This woman’s disguise was terrifying.

Seeing the shock in his eyes, realizing her goal had been achieved, Claire withdrew her foot, and with an elegant and intellectual demeanor, disappeared into the night on her stilettos.

Her mood was excellent.

That bad feeling was finally expelled.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, and two words appeared on the screen.

Look back.

Claire Shaw slowly turned around, followed by a black Audi.

Just because she mentioned last time that a pickup truck was too expensive, today he switched to a popular Volkswagen.

The car window rolled down, no longer blocking the man’s intense gaze landing on her.

Claire Shaw opened the passenger door, and as she closed it, she didn’t fasten her seat belt, leaning over to embrace the man, accurately biting his lips with her red lips.

"Cunning smelly man, how can you be so capable! You’re going to make me..."

Ethan Blackwood met her eyes with a smile, "What? Fall in love with me?"

Claire Shaw held his face and articulated, "Make me want to leave you breathless, panting heavily in bed, just to see what chaos this high-flower of yours would cause..."