Chapter 221 It’s All About Claire.
Claire was sprawled on the couch, a thick blanket wrapped around her like a cocoon, when Matthew stormed into her penthouse. His expression was a mix of exasperation and determination, like he was about to deliver the world's most dramatic speech.
“You, Claire,” he announced, pointing an accusing finger at her, “are not going to work today. You're not working until you've fully recovered. Doctor’s orders.”
Claire rolled her eyes, already knowing where this was headed. “Matthew, I'm fine. It's just a little poison. Nothing I haven't handled before.”
But Matthew wasn’t having it. He crossed his arms, standing tall like some sort of stern babysitter. “Oh, really? And what if you collapse at the office? I’ll have to haul your unconscious body out of there.”
Claire snorted. “You’re being dramatic.”
“Dramatic?” Matthew echoed, incredulously. “Claire, if I catch you even thinking about going to Metacortex, I’ll personally call security to drag you out. And you know I mean it.”
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