Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 84: How Many Scallions Is Sean Lockwood Worth?

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: How Many Scallions Is Sean Lockwood Worth?

"No."

Claire denied it without thinking.

"Really no?" Tristan Lockwood didn’t let go, persistently asking.

"I’ve never been interested in someone else’s privacy," Claire said. "And, you got one thing wrong—I was never good friends with her. Everything was fake."

The moment he mentioned Jade Sutton, Claire’s expression changed, and she immediately withdrew her hand, distancing herself from him.

Tristan gave her a glance and didn’t ask further.

Actually, upon sensing her momentary coldness, he had the impulse to say something hurtful.

But recalling the kiss just now, thinking of her holding his hand.

Tristan ultimately held back.

Two hedgehogs, when guarded toward each other, no matter what they do, will hurt each other. Only if one of them endures the pain to embrace the other can there be a chance to stop the mutual harm.

But that’s only a possibility.

Between her and him, as long as one is unwilling to open up, the other is bound to be scarred.

Or, both will be equally injured.

...

In recent years, Elder Lockwood had mostly withdrawn from hosting large banquets due to being semi-retired.

In past birthdays, even those who showed up with gifts were politely turned away.

This time, with the grand birthday feast held at the Lockwood’s old estate, guests were already arriving in droves before noon.

Elder Lockwood hadn’t arrived yet. His plan was to wait until the banquet started to formally introduce Claire Hale.

So at this point, Sean Lockwood and Tristan Lockwood were the ones entertaining the guests.

Claire was rarely seen in the upper circles, so naturally, not many recognized her.

Hence, she stood aside, occasionally checking on the progress of the banquet arrangements.

"Move these multimedia boxes to the back,"

Claire pointed to the backstage control room.

The nearby staff obeyed, and Claire casually glanced, finding one woman who seemed somewhat familiar.

She furrowed her brows but ultimately didn’t step forward to ask.

After all, suddenly grabbing a stranger and asking if you’d met is quite absurd.

Her character wouldn’t allow such a socially awkward act.

"Sis... Claire, why are you standing here alone? Not with Old Lockwood?"

Nathan Quinn suddenly appeared from somewhere, cheekily leaning close to her, his eyes filled with undisguisable gossip.

Claire arched her brow, intending to ask what amused him, when suddenly a disdainful female voice spoke up: "Hmph, a person of her standing could only be here doing chores! Today’s Grandpa Lockwood’s birthday, such an important occasion, she’s not even qualified to stand with Tristan Lockwood. Sooner or later, she’ll be kicked out of the Lockwood family!"

Kiara Vance walked over, arrogantly hooking Nathan’s arm.

Claire withdrew her gaze, speaking indifferently to Nathan: "Control your person. Don’t let her make a scene on Grandpa’s turf."

Kiara was infuriated when Claire ignored her, pointing at her nose and wanting to start a tirade, only to be stopped by Nathan, who scolded softly: "Enough, curb your princess temper, and look at the occasion! Can’t you think before you speak?"

Kiara was fed up with Nathan’s repetitive behavior of defending outsiders.

Why did he keep standing up for Claire Hale?

"Of course I know what the occasion is today! Isn’t it about your old spinster sister wanting to climb the Lockwood family tree? Nathan Quinn, don’t think I don’t know your game—you can’t wait for your sister to marry Sean Lockwood so your Quinn family has the Lockwood family as its backing. You want to toss me aside, but let me tell you, you..."

—Slap!

Kiara was interrupted mid-sentence by a red handprint appearing on her face.

Nearby, a woman in a dark red gown, with waist-length black hair featuring large waves, stopped in front of Kiara, arms crossed, her red lips moving with no courtesy as she said, "Trying to marry into our Quinn family and dare to act so out of line? Nathan won’t hit women, so I did."

Claire glanced at the woman’s face and immediately matched it to the photo.

This beauty was Luna Quinn.

Kiara, slapped by Luna, didn’t dare retaliate, glaring at Luna with teary eyes, saying: "Luna, what good will it do to be fierce with me? Wait till you marry Sean Lockwood, then you’ll get your just desserts!"

"Sean Lockwood’s worth nothing, I’d ditch him without a second thought. Marry what?"

Luna retaliated with no hesitation.

However, as soon as her words fell, a calm male voice rose slowly behind her: "Compared to Miss Quinn, I indeed wouldn’t count for much."

Luna’s expression froze, turning around to meet Sean Lockwood’s slightly smiling gaze.

Sean stood in front of her, impeccably dressed in a suit.

His demeanor was composed, naturally inheriting the Lockwood family’s excellent genes, strikingly handsome.

Coupled with that mature man’s steady aura,

he wasn’t even slightly angered by her rudeness.

No woman wouldn’t be moved when approached by a man like Sean Lockwood.

Luna was no exception.

Almost instantly, her face turned slightly red.

Sean gentlemanly extended his hand to her. "Sean Lockwood."

Luna regained her composure, pretending indifference while grasping his hand: "Luna Quinn."

Once her words fell, she withdrew her hand, feeling her palm lightly scratched by him.

Raising her gaze to him again, Sean remained with that nonchalant demeanor.

Claire subconsciously gave Sean Lockwood another look.

Sean Lockwood seemed particularly fond of Luna’s type, even directly inviting her for a personal tour of the estate.

Luna did not refuse.

With their silhouettes gradually receding, Nathan shook his head, clicking his tongue: "Old Jenson probably wants to kill someone right now."

Claire was stunned, turning to see Jenson Jennings coldly standing nearby, gaze fixed on the departing Luna and Sean.

She was taken aback.

This was the first time she had seen Jenson with such an expression.

That look of wanting to reclaim a quarry, virtually consuming it whole, was truly somewhat unnerving.

Claire couldn’t help but think of Jenson’s hypocritical older brother, Jared Jennings.

Brothers with the same bloodline, when they play their cards, they must be those who eat people and don’t leave bones.

...

At noon sharp, the Elder couple arrived.

Spotting Claire Hale, the Lockwood Matriarch waved kindly, gesturing for her to come over.

Claire obediently walked to the Lockwood Matriarch’s side.

In the crowd, someone whispered, "Who’s that beside the Matriarch? She’s quite beautiful."

"Seems like she’s the owner of Independence Law Firm. Probably the Lockwood family has some case entrusted to her."

"Would the Lockwood family associate with such an obscure firm? Never heard of her."