He Does Not Deserve My Devotion-Chapter 68: Clara Jacobs Was Kidnapped Again

The ground floor café of The Astral Hotel.

Nina Walsh had arranged to meet Wendy Sherman here. She was blackmailing Wendy with a video recorded by the necklace from that day, demanding she return the urn and the hairpin. Otherwise, Nina would send the video to every member of the Grant Family, and Wendy could forget about ever marrying into their family.

"Nina, you stay seated. You can’t have coffee, so I’ll go order you something else," Declan Grant said considerately.

Nina Walsh nodded. "Okay, thank you, Declan."

Declan Grant left the table. As Nina Walsh looked toward the café’s entrance, a figure in a floral shirt suddenly flashed past the doorway.

Nina froze for a moment, then immediately got up and chased after him.

The man in the floral shirt was walking briskly toward the hotel’s main entrance. By the time Nina reached the doorway, the figure was gone.

She had seen him clearly. It was Panther, the man who had kidnapped her at the warehouse that day.

’Didn’t Julian Sinclair say that whole group of thugs was thrown in jail? Why is Panther parading around out in the open like this?’

Nina couldn’t make sense of it. She was about to turn and go back to the café.

Suddenly, a fleet of cars pulled up to the hotel entrance, and a group of people, walking briskly, flanked Aiden Sinclair as they approached.

Nina hadn’t expected to run into him here. She forced herself to turn around and walk back toward the café.

A flurry of footsteps sounded behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, Nina saw the back of Aiden Sinclair as he hurried toward the elevators.

"Isn’t that Aiden Sinclair, the CEO of Aethel Group? What’s he doing here with all those people? Did something big happen?"

"Haven’t you seen the news? Aiden Sinclair’s fiancée was kidnapped. It’s being reported all over Crestfall. They’re searching for her everywhere."

"Oh my God! Kidnapped? No wonder he’s in such a frantic rush. Anyone would be worried sick if that happened, especially when it’s the person you love."

Hearing the passersby’s discussion, Nina Walsh stopped in her tracks.

’Clara Jacobs was kidnapped again?’

Nina immediately connected it to the man in the floral shirt she’d just seen. ’Is it the same group? Is this revenge?’

"Nina, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

After placing their order, Declan Grant had turned around to find Nina gone and had run out of the café to look for her.

Nina shook her head. Not long after she returned to their table, Wendy Sherman appeared in the café, holding a box.

She had originally planned to take the opportunity to taunt Nina, but seeing Declan Grant there, she didn’t dare say a word.

"I brought you what you wanted. Where’s my thing?"

Wendy Sherman handed the box to Nina. After a quick confirmation, Nina gave the necklace to Wendy.

Wendy Sherman clutched the item tightly in her hand, then finally spoke to Declan Grant. "Brother Declan, what are you doing here? I heard Aunt Grant fainted and was hospitalized again last night. Is she doing any better now?"

Nina was taken aback and turned to look at Declan Grant. She hadn’t known that Mrs. Grant had fainted.

Declan Grant remained silent. He knew his mother’s health; Mrs. Grant was hale and hearty and would never just faint. The few times she had fainted before were all an act, designed to keep Declan from leaving her sight.

"Nina, it’s getting late. We should go."

Declan Grant pulled Nina to her feet, and the two of them walked out.

Curious, Wendy Sherman secretly followed them to the parking garage.

Declan Grant opened the trunk and placed the box from Nina’s hands inside.

Wendy Sherman was sharp-eyed and immediately spotted two large suitcases in the trunk.

’Are they leaving Crestfall??’

...

Aiden Sinclair led his men directly to the door of the presidential suite on the top floor of The Lunarion Hotel.

"Break down the door!"

With a loud BANG, several men worked together and forced the door open.

Clara Jacobs heard the loud noise and her eyes flew open. Before she could react, a group of strange men were standing in front of her, led by Aiden Sinclair, who was staring at her with a grim expression.

"Aiden..."

Clara Jacobs shifted slightly and was horrified to discover she was lying naked in the bed.

"AH—"

She screamed and yanked the comforter up to cover herself, which revealed another naked body underneath.

"AH— AHH—"

Clara Jacobs looked at the naked man beside her and shrieked again.

"How could this happen? How could this be happening?"

’How did I end up naked in a man’s bed?’

"Wake him up," Aiden Sinclair said icily.

A cup of cold water was splashed on him. Julian Sinclair’s eyes slowly opened. He sat up, his gaze sweeping around the room before landing on Clara Jacobs beside him.

"I’ll kill you! You beast! Why would you do this to me!"

Clara Jacobs reached out to hit Julian Sinclair.

Julian Sinclair shoved her aside with a backhand push.

He quickly understood what was going on. It was a setup.

A few hours ago, someone had ambushed him, knocked him out, and put him in a bed with Clara Jacobs.

The person who set this trap... Julian Sinclair looked up at the cold man opposite him. ’Using your own fiancée as bait... how ruthless!’

"Clara!"

Sophia Sawyer and Clark Jacobs rushed over.

Clara Jacobs was crying hysterically. Seeing the incriminating marks on her body, Sophia Sawyer and Clark Jacobs shot daggers at Julian Sinclair with their eyes.

Clara Jacobs had always been a high-profile figure, constantly embroiled in scandals and controversies. As soon as word of this kidnapping got out, it immediately drew intense media attention.

The moment Aiden Sinclair appeared in the hotel lobby, the gossip media, having caught wind of the story, had rushed over. They were now swarming the hotel entrance, blocking it completely.

The day before the wedding registration, Julian Sinclair had supposedly kidnapped his own nephew’s fiancée and forced himself on her. If this news got out, Clara Jacobs would be too ashamed to face anyone, and Julian Sinclair would be utterly condemned by the public.

"Mr. Sinclair, Old Master Sinclair is here," Jay Keane reported in Aiden Sinclair’s ear.

Russell Sinclair walked in, leaning on a cane, his face livid with rage.

"You bastard!"

Without another word, Russell Sinclair raised his cane and brought it down hard on Aiden Sinclair.

Jay Keane froze, thinking he had seen wrong. He looked again—no, it was true. Old Master Sinclair had struck Aiden Sinclair’s shoulder with his cane.

Aiden Sinclair didn’t dodge. After taking the blow, he looked at Russell Sinclair, his eyes darkening.

"Grandfather, why would you strike your grandson the moment you arrive?"

"Shut up! Don’t think I don’t know about your little scheme. You did this on purpose! You deliberately framed Julian and deliberately had the media lie in wait downstairs, all to ruin Julian’s reputation!" Russell Sinclair berated him.

Aiden Sinclair nonchalantly brushed the dust from his shoulder. "Then how does he explain this?"

Unflustered, Aiden Sinclair took a recording pen from his pocket and pressed a button. A recording began to play of Julian Sinclair and Brian Sherman conspiring to use bribery to snatch the Selene Bay project from Aethel.

Brian Sherman wasn’t a complete idiot; he secretly recorded everything he did, just in case. He hadn’t released it before because he hadn’t found a powerful backer and didn’t dare to offend Julian Sinclair.

Russell Sinclair listened but was unfazed. "Business is war, and all’s fair. A few tricks like that are nothing. This matter is in the past. What is your point in bringing it up again?"

Aiden Sinclair then produced a stack of documents, all of which were records of Julian Sinclair breaking rules and maliciously poaching clients from Aethel.

"I’m showing you these just so you know. Julian Sinclair is a stray dog. He loves to steal things that belong to other people."

And by "other people," he meant himself. Julian loved to target him, unable to stand seeing him have even the slightest bit of good fortune. From childhood to adulthood, incidents like this were too numerous to count.

"I have another recording."

Aiden Sinclair took out the recording pen again. Julian Sinclair’s voice came from it:

"I can’t believe Clark Jacobs is actually willing to hand over the entire Jacobs Group as Clara Jacobs’s dowry. Isn’t my dear nephew hitting the jackpot again? Find a few people, and bring Clara Jacobs back..."

The room fell silent, followed by Clara Jacobs’s shriek. "I’ll kill you! Julian Sinclair, you’re scum!"

Russell Sinclair had originally wanted to downplay the incident, but faced with ironclad evidence and Aiden Sinclair’s unyielding attitude, he knew he couldn’t help Julian sidestep this, no matter how much he favored him.

The evidence was in Aiden Sinclair’s hands. With his methods, it wasn’t impossible for him to completely ruin Julian Sinclair.

Letting out a sigh of disappointment at Julian’s failure, Russell Sinclair turned back to Aiden Sinclair, his expression grim, and continued to negotiate. "What will it take for you to let Julian go?"

A faint smile touched Aiden Sinclair’s lips. "Trade them for half of the Sinclair Group’s shares and management rights."