After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 96: Even Ghosts Fear the Shameless

"And don’t you dare say I’m just some mistress who made it big," Scarlett Jewel said.

"The fact that I can marry Gavin Sinclair is a testament to my own abilities."

"Unlike you, whose marriage certificate was a fake. The Sinclair Family never looked twice at you."

"Honestly, I almost feel sorry for you."

"But to think, you took such devoted care of Gavin Sinclair for two years."

"And in the end, you didn’t just fail to win his heart, you couldn’t even get his body. HAHA."

"He even pretended to have a crippled leg and put himself through all that trouble just to avoid touching you."

"But the moment he turned around, he was flying abroad to find me and putting all his energy into me."

"For a woman to end up like this... just how pathetic must you be?"

"If I were you, I’d have died of shame. How can you even show your face out shopping?"

Hearing this, Claire Mercer let out a derisive laugh.

"This is the first time I’ve ever seen a mistress be so shamelessly self-righteous about it."

"It’s true what they say, shameless people are truly terrifying."

"Don’t be so bitter," Scarlett Jewel said, still smiling.

"How does it feel to be kicked out of the Sinclair Family?"

"I heard you don’t even have a place to live now. Are you about to end up on the streets?"

"If you’re really desperate, you can come back to the Sinclair Family and be my personal maid."

"I happen to be pregnant now, and I need a lot of people to take care of me."

"As long as you’re willing to beg, I’ll give you a bite to eat and a bed to sleep in."

Roxanne Peyton couldn’t listen anymore. She glared at Scarlett Jewel and cursed,

"Scarlett Jewel, you are the most shameless, most arrogant mistress I have ever seen..."

Scarlett Jewel just curled her red lips, completely unbothered, and glanced over.

"Not every mistress gets to be this successful..."

"Of course not," Claire Mercer said, her eyes fixed on Scarlett Jewel.

"You even dared to make a move on Mrs. Sinclair. It would be a crime if you didn’t succeed after that."

"But your methods... they’re not something an ordinary mistress could pull off."

At these words, the color drained from Scarlett Jewel’s face. Her eyes flickered, and her heart began to pound.

’How does she know I went after Mrs. Sinclair?’

’Impossible.’

’Not even the Sinclairs know I was the one pulling the strings.’

’She can’t even get through the front gate of the Sinclair estate, so how could she possibly know what I did behind the scenes?’

’Besides, at a critical moment like that, it’s perfectly normal for Mrs. Sinclair to have a stroke from anger.’

’This bitch must be bluffing.’

She quickly composed her expression and her emotions, glaring at Claire Mercer with displeasure.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"The old lady had a stroke because she accidentally saw some online comments that angered her."

"Don’t you dare try to pin this dirty business on me."

Claire Mercer was certain that Scarlett Jewel had a guilty conscience.

The fleeting expression on her face just now had already betrayed her.

Even though she quickly composed herself, it hadn’t escaped Claire’s notice.

"Whether you’ve done these shameful things or not, you know best."

Of course, Scarlett Jewel wouldn’t admit that she was the one who intentionally let Mrs. Sinclair see those comments.

"You’d better not make baseless accusations without any proof."

"Actually, you’ve done a good deed, in a way," Claire Mercer said lightly.

"That old woman is disrespectful despite her age, with a venomous heart."

"She acted nice to my face but was secretly plotting against me."

"Now that she’s bedridden from a stroke, you’ve basically gotten revenge for me."

"So thank you, my dear ’sister,’ for doing me such a huge favor."

Scarlett Jewel was speechless. "..."

’She had clearly done it to ensure her own smooth entry into the Sinclair Family.’

’What did it have to do with her?’

Hearing Claire Mercer say she had gotten revenge on her behalf...

...Scarlett Jewel’s good mood instantly soured.

"You’d better take good care of that precious heir in your belly and not be so brazen."

"After all, you’re counting on him to help you marry up."

"You wouldn’t want anything to happen, or your beautiful dream might just shatter."

After saying her piece, Claire Mercer gave her a cool glance and turned to leave.

’Only someone like Scarlett Jewel would be so unscrupulous as to jump into a place like the Sinclair Family home.’

’No one in the Sinclair Family is easy to get along with.’

’When she finally gets a taste of it, she’ll learn that being the wife of a wealthy family isn’t so easy.’

’But that had nothing to do with her.’

’Whatever Scarlett Jewel’s future held was none of her concern.’

’She didn’t want to pay attention to anything related to the Sinclair or Mercer families anymore.’

’From now on, she just needed to live her own life well.’

After parting ways with Roxanne Peyton and the others, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Carrying her purchases, Claire Mercer returned to Azure Crest, the apartment complex where she was renting with Adrian Sutton.

Adrian Sutton had already bought groceries for the evening and was in the kitchen prepping.

Seeing this, Claire Mercer went over and asked if he needed any help.

Adrian Sutton smiled. "No need."

"You were out shopping all afternoon, you must be tired."

"Rest for a bit. Dinner will be ready soon."

Claire Mercer was indeed a little tired, so she didn’t insist.

"Then how much were the groceries? I’ll send you my share later."

’His financial situation wasn’t that great either; she couldn’t just keep mooching off him.’

’He had already given her the master bedroom. Making him pay for the groceries on top of that just didn’t feel right.’

Adrian Sutton said, "Don’t worry about it. Today’s meal is my treat."

"I’m planning to start livestreaming my cooking, so you can just eat what I make."

"How can I do that? Groceries cost a lot, and prices aren’t cheap these days."

"This will be my job, how I make a living," Adrian Sutton said.

"Even if you don’t eat it, I can’t finish it all by myself."

"Wouldn’t it be an even bigger waste to throw it away?"

"With a face like yours, you’re going to livestream cooking?" Claire Mercer was a little surprised.

’She had originally thought he would rely on his good looks to attract rich older women and fans.’

’She never expected him to livestream cooking.’

"Yeah," Adrian Sutton said. "I don’t have many talents, and you can’t get by on looks alone."

"I might as well livestream cooking. I have to cook every day anyway, right?"

’This was the only legitimate excuse he could think of to cook for her.’

’The way to a person’s heart is through their stomach.’

’He would slowly use his culinary skills to win her over.’

’Besides, Claire had said she would watch his livestreams.’

’He would show off his cooking skills in the stream then.’

’Doesn’t the internet say that men who can cook are charming?’

’Maybe Claire would be captivated by him.’

As for Claire Mercer, after hearing his words and thinking about the current online trends, her eyes lit up.

"That could actually work."

"In fact, I think it’s a great idea."

"A handsome guy with god-tier looks who also happens to be an amazing cook..."

"That’s way more appealing to fans than just relying on looks."

’Adrian Sutton had no desire to attract any fans.’

’He just wanted a legitimate reason to cook for her.’

’She had been worn down by the Sinclair Family for two years, and now he wanted to make her life a little easier.’

"So, Claire, you’ll come watch my livestreams, right?"

"As long as I’m not busy, I’ll drop by your stream to like it and help boost your popularity."

Adrian Sutton beamed. "Okay."

"Actually, you could also start by recording some cooking videos, edit them, and post them on short-video platforms."

"You can slowly build a following, and then when you start livestreaming, you can drive traffic there and get more viewers."

Adrian Sutton nodded earnestly. "Okay, I’ll do what you say."

’He would do anything Claire said.’

"It’s a good thing that you have a goal now."

"Now I need to start looking for a job, too."

’She had been out of the workforce for two years, and although she was confident in her design skills...’

...now that it was actually time to find a job, Claire Mercer felt a little lost.’

Seeing her expression, Adrian Sutton said, "I heard that CZ Group is hosting a fashion design competition in Rhonia next month."

"And the first-place prize is three million. You could enter."

’A three-million-dollar prize?’

’To the current Claire Mercer, that was a huge sum of money.’

"Really?"

Her eyes sparkled, as if that three million was already waving at her.

Adrian Sutton saw her adorable expression and nodded with a smile.

"Really."

"But how come I haven’t heard about it? I haven’t heard a single whisper."

"I heard it from Silas Rowan," Adrian Sutton lied smoothly.

"He seems to know a senior executive at CZ Group and accidentally let the news slip."

’Anyway, don’t ask.’

’If she asks, just use Silas Rowan as a scapegoat. That’s the plan.’

Elsewhere, Silas Rowan sneezed without any warning.

’He didn’t have a cold. Why had he been sneezing so often lately?’