CLAIRE'S POV
“Who are you?" she asked, her brows furrowed with suspicion.
I stepped forward slowly and stopped about a meter from her table.
“I'm Flora Blake,” I answered calmly.
Her expression shifted from surprise to something guarded, even hostile—like she already assumed I came with bad intentions.
"I know you're one of Mr. Carter's people. And I know why you're here. My answer hasn't changed. You're just wasting your time," she said coldly and turned back to her painting.
Chris had already warned me—she’s tough as nails. But I understand her more than anyone else might. We’re similar in more ways than she knows.
I’ve done my homework.
Jenny grew up an orphan. Her parents died in a car crash while working far from home when she was just a baby. Her grandfather raised her until
