Their Queen Returns novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

“Amber, that was a close call. We almost wiped out just now, Claire exclaimed

That pin this on me, Claire. Wasn’t it your shoe that got stuck” Amber shot back.

Claire said with a grin. “My bad, OK? Amber. I have to head home now. Don’t forget to bring me that gift tomorrow.”

Amber gave her a playful shove. “God, you’re so annoying. I said I’d get it for you, so I will. Now hurry up before your driver loses patience”

“Byr And don’t forget to say goodbye to Sienna for me,” Claire called out, waving enthusiastically as she climbed into the car,

Amber watched Claire’s retreating figure, surprised to feel a pang of reluctance. She shook her head, trying to banish those silly thoughts.

“It’s not like we won’t see each other again, Amber told herself. Why should I even care? Hmph, I still have to bring her a gift tomorrow. What a pain. Claire really is such a high–maintenance friend.

Sienna appeared behind her and asked gently, “Amber, did you have a good time?”

Amber looked up at Sienna, her eyes meeting her bright, smiling gaze.

She nodded vigorously. “So much fun.” She had never been this happy before.

Sienna had taken Amber to the amusement park, and she’d even made a new friend. Sure, Claire was a total chatterbox and way too handsy- honestly, kind of annoying, but Amber had to admit, she wasn’t so bad after all.

Let’s go home then?” Sienna suggested gently.

“Okay,” Amber replied.

After getting in the car, Amber took a few sips of water, her eyes filled with confusion. Her gaze wandered between the window and Sienna, clearly lost in thought.

Noticing her troubled expression, Sienna asked gently, “Amber, is there something on your mind you’d like to share?”

Amber fidgeted with her fingers, her head hanging low, and even her little cowlick drooped weakly. “What makes a real friend?” she asked softly.

Sienna explained patiently, “Everyone defines friendship differently. We’re all unique, with our own preferences, but what matters is that being together makes you happy.

“Maybe it’s someone you can share everything with, someone who’d go through fire for you, or someone you consider your closest companion—”

As Sienna spoke, her mind drifted, her eyes flickering with loneliness.

Amber drifted into her thoughts. ‘Am I really happy?‘

She had to admit, she genuinely enjoyed being with Claire, but it was different from hanging out with Mia.

Claire was open and straightforward, never making her second–guess, while Mia always spoke in cryptic ways that Amber couldn’t understand.

‘Does that mean Mia and I aren’t real friends after all?‘ Amber wondered.

Sienna couldn’t help but think of Nora, the once radiant, vivacious young girl now labeled a jealous, unreasonable madwoman.

‘It’s so ironic. It’s time I went to see her. Sienna wondered.

When Vivian returned from the restroom, a bouquet of roses and a hotel key card were waiting on her workstation.

Who left these here?‘ she wondered.

As Vivian reached for the roses, Richard burst in, panic written all over his face. He rushed over, shouting, “No, don’t touch those. Vivian, they’re mine. Please, don’t.”

He quickly scooped up both the roses and the key card, hugging them to his chest with a nervous smile as he looked at Vivian.

Afraid she might misunderstand, Richard hurried to explain, “Don’t get the wrong idea, hey. These are from my wife. She had them delivered for our anniversary tonight. They must’ve been sent to you by mistake. I’ll take them right away.”

almost seen the card, he wondered.

Richard quickly snatched up the card from the bouquet of roses. In bold letters, it read: [Vivian, my dear, 8 p.m. tonight at the Chowmin Hotel. Don’t stand me up. Looking forward to our pleasant cooperation.]

That damn sleazeball Peter just won’t quit, Richard wondered furiously. After I ignored him last time, he kept snooping around. Now he’s actively trying to work with us, specifically demanding that Vivian sign the contract.

So that’s how you want to play? Fine. Tonight, I’ll make sure he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Richard ripped the card into tiny pieces and scattered them into the air. He grabbed the roses and hurled them into the trash, then stomped on them until they were nothing but a ruined mess.

Still fuming, he clenched his fists, struggling to contain his anger.

Ever since Peter met Vivian, he couldn’t get her out of his head. He swore that he would make her his, no matter what.

‘Richard actually dares to ignore me? Who does he think he is? If it weren’t for Vivian, would I ever stoop to work with their pathetic little company? They really have no idea where they stand,‘ Peter wondered.

Chloe eyed Peter, noticing how he was all slicked up. She swayed her hips as she sidled up to him, purring, “Babe, where are you headed?”

Peter shoved her away impatiently, his eyes flashing with disdain and boredom. “Back off. I’m going to an important dinner meeting. Just behave

yourself. Got it?”

Chloe flipped her hair with a bright smile and asked sweetly, “Honey, what kind of dinner meeting is it? Why don’t you take me along? I’d love to go”

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