A Night of Desire-Chapter 153: Didn’t Check the Almanac? So Unlucky.

At first, she was puzzled too. This was clearly her suitcase, so why were there so many things inside that didn’t belong to her? Even the clothes weren’t hers.

Then she took a closer look and realized the suitcase wasn’t hers after all. While it looked identical on the outside, it definitely wasn’t hers.

She had been using her own suitcase for two or three years, and this one was practically brand new.

She didn’t know if it was a coincidence and someone had taken the wrong suitcase, or if... someone was scheming against her behind the scenes!

’If someone really is trying to frame me, then it’s almost certainly Sandra.’ In this entire film crew, the only person who held a grudge against her was Sandra, whose role she had unintentionally snatched.

But deep down, Clara wanted to believe it was just an accident, a coincidence.

Miles Quinn had quietly sidled up to Seth Quinn at some point. Even he, worldly as he was, found himself shocked by the series of misfortunes that had befallen Clara Grant.

Chase Childs, standing nearby, also wore a helpless expression. ’How many powerful enemies has Madam made?’ he wondered. ’For them to be tripping her up so relentlessly.’

He refused to believe these were all accidents! 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He had already witnessed two incidents in such a short time. How could there be so many "accidents," all happening to the same person?

Miles Quinn leaned in and whispered into Seth Quinn’s ear, "Bro, did your wife forget to read her horoscope this morning or something? How can she be this unlucky?"

Seth Quinn ignored him, his brows tightly knitted as he stared at her. Her small face was a mixture of obvious panic, forced composure, and stubbornness.

After a two-second silence, he leaned down and gave Chase Childs a few quiet instructions. Chase nodded and left to carry them out.

Over on the other side, Clara Grant had just finished speaking when she was met with a challenge. The challenger, naturally, was Sandra.

"Not yours? Then whose could it be? Everyone else’s suitcases have already been taken back to their rooms at the hotel. You’re the only one who left a suitcase here, and that’s because you were almost late, isn’t it?"

"Besides, if it wasn’t yours, why did you just grab it and start to leave? Don’t tell me you can’t even recognize your own luggage."

Although Sandra was dying to see Clara Grant humiliated, she wasn’t a fool. She had just been warned by President Quinn not to stir up trouble on set. So, while her words were sharp, she framed them as simple curiosity, devoid of any suspicion or aggression.

Hearing Sandra’s words, Seth Quinn’s already sour expression darkened even further.

’She was almost late?’

’When I called her mother this morning, she clearly said Clara had left before seven-thirty. It’s a two-and-a-half-hour drive at most. By any calculation, that should have been more than enough time.’

’So what happened to her before she got here, when I wasn’t around to see?’

Seth Quinn’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them.

Clara Grant stared steadily at Sandra, her tightly pressed lips parting. "Because this suitcase is nearly identical to mine," she said. "And, as you just pointed out, mine was the only one left here. I naturally assumed it was mine."

"Oh, is that so?" Sandra’s curiosity seemed to grow. "Well, if those things aren’t yours, shouldn’t your first reaction have been to distance yourself from them? Why, then, did you instead try to quickly pack them up and hide them?"

Clara Grant had no rebuttal to Sandra’s question, because... damn it, she didn’t know why she had reacted that way either.