"So what made you start harboring delusions of grandeur?"
The nostalgic smile on Frederick's face shattered.
He knew it. This girl was exactly like her father.
Beneath that quiet exterior lay a razor-sharp tongue capable of inflicting genuine emotional damage.
Back then, assuming Agassi was just a destitute student, Frederick had tried to persuade him to cut corners and offer 'conveniences' to certain Sundara contacts.
What Agassi had possessed was a level of wealth Frederick couldn't achieve in a dozen lifetimes.
But how had Agassi responded?
Barry, I don't need money.
He didn't need money?
A farm boy claiming he didn't need cash?
If he didn't need money, why was he skipping meals and living on scraps?
If he was so secure, he should have been eating lavishly at the dining hall every single day!
And then he hooked up with the billionaire's daughter and finally got a taste of the good life.
It was only then that Frederick realized what Agassi truly meant.
He didn't need money because he could just coast through life on his devastatingly handsome face!
Why bother committing high treason when being a kept man was so much more lucrative?
"Are you sitting there thinking I'm completely insufferable, just like my father?"
Watching Frederick's expression darken, Claire easily deduced his bitter train of thought.
Frederick obviously came from absolute poverty and possessed an ego so fragile it shattered at the slightest provocation.
He had been too cowardly to make a move on the jewel of The Churchill Family, yet Agassi―someone he deemed lower than himself had somehow won her heart.
That was it. The sight of Agassi dining with the elite heiress time and time again had driven Frederick absolutely insane.
What gave Agassi the right?
They were both poor, but at least Frederick had clawed his way to a professorship at The Cabinda University. Agassi was just a broke student; what could he possibly offer Melissa?
A woman like Melissa deserved to be worshipped and spoiled by a king.
Yet when Agassi was with her, she was the one footing the bill.
What was the point of a man like that?
Was it entirely because of his damn face?
"My father was definitely better looking than you." Claire once again pierced straight through his insecurities.
She had to admit, this Frederick was a total psycho.
What business was it of his who someone else dated? Why did he have to obsess over their private lives?
It was bad enough he chose to be a
traitor, but
efines
trying to drag decent
people down into the mud with him
was unforgivable.
"I bet you weren't just jealous of his face. You couldn't handle the fact that he was simply better than you."
"You definitely weren't top of your class, because the top student wouldn't be this incredibly stupid."
"And let me guess-every single advisor constantly praised my father for outperforming you, right?"
"Someone with a heart as petty and spiteful as yours had no business being a professor."
"You were nothing but a toxic influence on your students."
"No wonder you're forced to scurry around in the shadows like a freak now. Karma caught up to you."
"
Claire didn't enjoy being this vicious, but pushing Frederick's buttons was the only
way to extract intel.
Frederick completely lost his composure.
Consumed by rage, his eyes
narrowed into venomous slits. "Iet
may be a monster, but at least I'm breathing! Where is your precious father?"
"Do you have any idea where he and your mother are right now?"
Claire's heart skipped a beat. Did Frederick actually know their whereabouts?
But as she scrutinized his expression, she caught the faint, desperate undertone of
a probe hidden beneath his anger.
She mentally patted herself on the back. God, he almost had me.
He was only asking because he genuinely had no idea where they were either!
"Where my parents are is none of your concern."
"You'd be better off worrying about yourself. Look at the absolute state of you. Even if my parents were
standing right here, they wouldn't you've
recognize the monste
become."
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