Capturing the Young Doctor's Heart: Mr. Big Shot Won't Let Me Go-Chapter 80: Zara Leighton Scalded with Hot Water
The matter wasn’t serious.
The pharmaceutical supplier provided an explanation, saying they made a mistake during loading and asked them to return the batch of caterpillar fungus. The correct shipment would be sent out today.
Their attitude was good and cooperative.
So they didn’t bother much.
That afternoon after work, Claire Prescott returned to her room and changed into a lighter dress.
It was simply because the weather was too hot today; the horse-face skirt she was wearing felt a bit stuffy, so she returned to change. Before heading out, she casually braided her hair into a plait over her left shoulder.
However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw her cousin Stella Sinclair standing in front of her.
Without a word, she was scrutinized from head to toe.
She didn’t want to respond.
Stella hurriedly stopped her, "Are you going out?"
"Does it concern you?"
Stella’s voice caught.
When she saw her last night, it wasn’t clear, but she still thought she looked decent.
Today at noon, under the sunlight, she could clearly see her face, and she was genuinely stunned.
Her demeanor was refreshing and transcendent, making even a cheap, broken umbrella look extraordinary.
After watching her close the door and walk past without a backward glance, Stella called out hastily, "I want to borrow a few clothes from you—, ... You wouldn’t be that stingy, would you?"
"..." Claire hesitated and said calmly, "I have a cleanliness obsession; I don’t lend out clothes."
After saying that, she left directly without looking to see her expression.
What she said was true; she didn’t like wearing clothes others had worn.
But...
Recalling the other night when she slept in a shirt worn by a man, she surprisingly found she wasn’t disgusted at all that night.
...
Arriving at the meeting place with Zara Leighton.
It was an old barbecue shop they used to visit often.
As she got out of the car, she saw Zara’s car maneuver into a parking spot, and a stunning woman stepped out with car keys.
Claire walked up to her without saying anything.
They didn’t book a private room; instead, they chose a table by the window.
As Zara took a sip of water, she noticed Claire ordering several bottles of cocktails and barbecue without any restraint.
Timely, the little herbal doctor distractedly suggested, "Let me order you some porridge, and some light vegetables."
"So all these wines and meats don’t include me? Am I just supposed to drink thin soup and watch you feast?"
"The sick need to accept food punishment," Claire said flatly, then looked up at her, "You chose this place; don’t think I didn’t notice your cold isn’t completely better."
Zara was momentarily speechless; she silently put away the menu, couldn’t help but ask, "Ordering so much, can you finish it by yourself?"
"I can finish it; tonight, it’s on me."
"What crap~; I can’t eat anything."
Claire chuckled and changed the topic, asking, "What’s the next plan? Where are you filming?"
"Filming in the city; the specific schedule hasn’t been set yet..."
Talking about Zara’s career, she had a rather bumpy start; getting injured while filming was common, facing role changes, projects she worked hard on couldn’t air, and when she first showed promise, she was attacked by black fans, with negative remarks abounding, leading to a period where crews wouldn’t hire her.
Through all this, Zara never shed a tear in front of her, always explaining everything humorously.
Later, she personally witnessed Zara gradually getting better.
Probably after getting together with Milton Rivers, her career in acting grew like wildfire, going from a minor actress to a current top star with incredible ease, as if someone was orchestrating everything behind the scenes.
Later, she gradually realized Milton Rivers was the capital silently supporting her.
She hoped Zara would become the brightest, most famous star, although she didn’t expect the cost of success to include entanglement.
Nonetheless, she didn’t want to bring up that scoundrel in front of Zara and casually said, "You could rest and recuperate these days."
Zara was about to say something.
Suddenly, a fan noticed her, holding a pen and paper, came over to ask for an autograph.
She readily obliged.
The fan glanced at Claire, probably spotting her refined aura, guessing she might be an unknown star, and asked her for an autograph too.
Claire refused, "Sorry, I’m not an artist."
The girl had no choice but to leave politely.
Zara couldn’t help but chuckle, "I told you your looks aren’t ordinary; even my fan mistook you for a star."
Claire didn’t engage this time.
The ordered dishes arrived quickly; once the roast duck came, it carried a rich Beijing flavor, with its shiny, crimson hue tempting everyone.
Claire was already eager, "Boss, the drinks haven’t arrived yet."
"Okay, they’re coming soon."
Just as she was about to start eating, Claire noticed a girl in a mini-skirt holding a cup of water approaching them.
Her face looked familiar, but she couldn’t recall where she’d seen her.
Except her gaze was fixed viciously on Zara’s side profile, clearly harboring ill intent.
Seeing the steaming cup of water about to splash onto Zara, she quickly stood up, pulling Zara beside her while warning, "Zara, watch out."
Although the avoidance was swift, the cup of water still splashed onto Zara’s shoulder; her exposed skin instantly turned red.
Zara winced in pain and glared angrily at the perpetrator, instinctively cursing, "What’s wrong with you!"
"Daring to steal my sister’s man, this is what you deserve, slut." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
The mention of "my sister’s man" made them immediately realize who it was.
— Milton Rivers’ fiancée’s sister, Shelby Thorne.
This commotion instantly stirred a sensation.
Other patrons in the shop raised their phones, aiming cameras at the three of them.
Claire hurriedly shielded Zara’s face and led her away.
Yet Shelby didn’t allow that, grabbing Zara’s hand, "Aren’t you a big star? Let everyone see what type of vixen you are."
The other clearly had a youthful, innocent face, but like a street shrew, intending to ruin someone.
Before the numerous cameras, Zara hid in Claire’s embrace, not daring to stick her head out.
Claire looked at her coldly, "Miss Thorne, if you don’t let go, don’t blame me for being rude to you."
Shelby faced her without a shred of fear; her gaze full of provocation and threat, "Do you know who I am? If you dare touch me, don’t think you’ll leave this city."
This tone and expression inexplicably reminded her of those privileged dogs flaunting their power during school.
Instinctively annoying.
Claire frowned at her, her voice steady, "Miss Thorne, calm down; there must be a misunderstanding here."
"Misunderstanding?" Shelby sneered and then flipped through a picture on her phone, showing it to her, "Open your eyes wide and look, see what kind of person your friend really is."
