A Night of Desire-Chapter 152: These Things Aren’t Mine

But when Clara Grant got a clear look at what had fallen on the ground, she felt that "stunned" was no longer a strong enough word. She was completely and utterly floored.

Spilled all over the floor, aside from a few pieces of women’s clothing, was an assortment of... female sex toys. She’d never seen, known about, or used them before, but she could guess what they were just from their shapes.

’The question is, who do all these sex toys belong to?’

’Or rather, who put these things in my suitcase?’

Though her mind was reeling, her body moved fast. In an instant, she crouched down, trying to quickly stuff everything back into the suitcase.

But it was too late.

The CLATTER of the items hitting the floor was too loud. The moment the sound rang out, people had already heard the commotion and stopped in their tracks. And once one person stopped, everyone else instinctively followed suit.

Then they all looked in the same direction.

Faye Jennings saw that she had successfully captured everyone’s attention and smirked to herself. Then, pretending to have just noticed something amiss, she curiously followed everyone’s gaze over to Clara Grant.

Seth Quinn had been keeping an eye on her, but his attention was momentarily diverted when Liam Keane struck up a conversation. By the time he sensed something was wrong and looked over, someone had already let out an incredulous shriek.

"Goodness, Clara Grant! What is all this stuff you brought?"

Clara Grant didn’t look up, but she recognized the voice, dripping with theatrical shock and deliberately raised in volume. It was Sandra.

Sandra was still fuming that the earlier "broken incense" incident had failed to affect Clara Grant, all thanks to Seth Quinn’s sudden appearance. Now, seeing such a juicy spectacle unfold, she certainly wasn’t going to miss another chance to make her look like a fool. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Some people had only seen a suitcase pop open and thought nothing of it. They were about to turn and move on, but her shout snapped their attention right back.

The reporters, sharp-eyed and quick-handed, raised their cameras and began snapping photos of Clara Grant and the sex toys scattered all over the floor.

An uproar followed. Although, with Seth Quinn present, they were mindful of their previous lesson and didn’t dare gossip too openly, a wave of low murmurs still spread through the crowd.

Sandra’s shout snapped Clara Grant back to her senses. She stared blankly at the items on the floor for two seconds, then slowly rose to her feet.

Clara Grant couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she knew it was nothing good.

’Even if I deny these things are mine, no one will believe me, will they?’

’After all, my desperate attempt to hide those glaringly obvious items must have already been interpreted as a sign of guilt.’

’But those things really aren’t mine!’

Clara Grant felt a surge of frustration. She had left home in high spirits today, thinking she was in for a wonderful three months. She never imagined her very first day would be one disaster after another.

Faye Jennings was standing relatively close to Clara Grant. She hurried over, feigning concern as she helped gather the items and place them back in the suitcase.

She deliberately lowered her voice, yet kept it just loud enough for those standing nearby to overhear. "Clara, why would you bring these kinds of things to a film shoot? And even if you did, you should’ve been more careful. How embarrassing for you, having your private life exposed to everyone like this."

Although Clara Grant was at a complete loss, she had no intention of taking the fall for this.

So, she opened her mouth and said, her voice low but firm, "This suitcase isn’t mine. And these things inside aren’t mine either."