Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 457: Make Him Shut Up Forever

The van usually used by the Sterling family to transport food was driven by Quentin Sterling. Clarissa Morgan didn’t know it was the Sterling’s vehicle, so when the van was parked by the roadside, it didn’t attract any attention.

He hoped he was just being paranoid, but those photos from last night—five or six men at the table, each holding someone in his arms, and she was among them. Though she didn’t actively cling to anyone, she didn’t shy away from the caresses from others either. And her relationship with that photographer named Hawke was quite peculiar; she even went to his house before returning home last night.

He had noticed this photographer a long time ago, but he had never suspected anything before.

Every time she said she was going to him for photo shoots, he believed her without a doubt and trusted her unconditionally.

It wasn’t until Audrey sent him those photos that he began to question his trust in her.

Second floor of the dance studio.

There were no students practicing upstairs today. As Clarissa Morgan went upstairs, she saw Nolan Hawke standing alone by the window smoking.

Clarissa rushed over to pull the curtains closed and said anxiously, "There are reporters and paparazzi everywhere. You should restrain yourself!"

Nolan laughed lightly, turned to look at Clarissa, his voice filled with amusement, "Why are you so tense, Clarissa? Afraid your dream of being a swan will crash?"

Clarissa gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice, "If you have something to say, say it quickly. I don’t have much time."

Nolan smiled at her, his tone leisurely, "What could I possibly want with you? I just missed you, that’s all."

"Wasn’t last night enough? I’ve already told you I have plans today! Instead of obsessing over me every day, why don’t you think of ways to win over Audrey Sutton?"

Nolan kept the same reply, "That’s your problem to solve. I’m not tired of you yet, and I’m in no hurry to have Audrey Sutton bring me fresh excitement."

As he spoke, he stubbed out his cigarette, and his steps pressed closer to Clarissa, "Undress."

Clarissa took a deep breath, gritted her teeth against the hatred that made her body tremble uncontrollably.

She exhaled, placed her bag on the table beside her, and began to unzip the side of her dress, saying, "Hurry up, there are students downstairs."

Nolan leaned back slightly against the iron railing typically used for practice, watching Clarissa with a smile, "Do you really not know how quick I can be, Clarissa?"

Clarissa said nothing further, kneeling down to unzip his pants...

Quentin Sterling waited for twenty minutes inside the van—a torturous twenty minutes for him.

Dead leaves from the trees lining the road fell gracefully amongst the drizzle, sticking to the windshield with the rainwater.

Quentin lit a cigarette, stared at the phone number on his mobile, and after smoking halfway, hesitated before dialing the number.

On the second floor of the dance studio, the phone rang from inside the bag on the table.

Clarissa knelt on the floor, looking up at the phone ringing in the bag on the table, her lips tightly sealed so she wouldn’t make any sound.

Nolan chuckled lightly, "Is it your husband calling? Not going to answer?"

Clarissa gritted her teeth and remained silent, her eyes filled with palpable hatred.

She wished she could immediately kill the man who had brought evil upon her; he was her nightmare, the repository of all her ugliness. Only if he disappeared forever, silencing him eternally, would she find true relief and peace...

Quentin looked at the call automatically hanging up, laughed at himself, and tossed the phone aside, taking a deep drag of the cigarette in his hand.

After last night’s "practice," he had become quite adept at smoking. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

How quickly one can learn something new.

In about the time it takes to smoke three cigarettes, Quentin sat in the van, watching Nolan and Clarissa emerge from the dance studio one after another.

The two maintained nearly a meter’s distance between them without any interaction but entered the same car.

That car was the one he bought for Clarissa after their wedding.

Watching Nolan naturally slide into the passenger seat, it was apparent he was accustomed to sitting in Clarissa’s car.

The car quickly started and drove off towards an unknown destination; Quentin extinguished his cigarette and began following them in the van.

Inside the car, Clarissa nervously drove, her demeanor noticeably distracted.

"If your husband sees how beautiful you look in the video, do you think he would divorce you?"

"You married him for Mrs. Sterling’s status, didn’t you? Using Quentin Sterling to climb higher?"

"You performed well last night, Director Armstrong seemed to like you. He said he wants to hang out with you again tonight. If he’s pleased, the new drama’s leading role will be yours, promising to ensure you make a big splash in the entertainment industry. Then you’d truly step into this circle."

"Hey, can’t you hear me talking? What are you pretending to be mute for?"

Clarissa chuckled, oddly enough, upon hearing Nolan’s threatening and provocative words, she no longer felt fear or disgust. Her heart was calm and numb.

She kept thinking about something terrifying...

Facing Nolan’s irritated questioning, Clarissa curled her lips into a smile and said, "Thank you, Mr. Hawke, for the support."

Nolan laughed, "Clarissa, I’ve told you, as long as you listen, I won’t treat you unfairly. I know a lot of people in the industry; as long as you perform well, I can smooth your way straight to the top."

The rain outside seemed to intensify, and the wiper blades moved almost once per second. Clarissa gradually pressed down on the accelerator, making the car swiftly navigate through the traffic.

Nolan frowned, eyes widening with fear, "What are you doing, Clarissa? Slow down!"

Clarissa stared ahead, her smile tinged with a streak of malevolence.

The smile made Nolan’s heart skip a beat, and only when the speed returned to normal did his fear dissipate, annoyedly cursing at Clarissa, "Are you crazy?! If you want to die, I can ensure that at any time!"

Clarissa kept smiling, her voice raspy, "So Mr. Hawke is afraid of dying too."

Nolan scoffed, "With such a breathtaking woman like you by my side, I naturally don’t want to die so soon."

Clarissa scoffed in silence, her gaze gradually turning cold and ruthless.

The car arrived at Nolan’s apartment building, and Nolan opened the door, standing by it with an umbrella. He said to Clarissa, "Don’t forget tonight, Director Armstrong likes the fresh look. Wear something innocent."

Clarissa merely smiled, nodded at Nolan, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Nolan was satisfied with her response, thinking she had now adapted and accepted it in her heart, resulting in a somewhat successful manipulation.

As Nolan closed the car door and walked around the vehicle towards the building, Clarissa’s foot hovered over the accelerator, ready to press down when a mother and child passed with an umbrella, disrupting her original plan.

She watched Nolan walk around the car towards the apartment building.

Clarissa sat stiffly in the car, her chest heaving violently with anxiety.

The image of the car crash reemerged in her mind, her hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel, her head bowed and eyes closed, seemingly wrestling with something...