Chapter 390 The Wage Of Sin Is Death

“Clara what?” muttered the crowd beneath the stage, “It can’t be Clara Rowan again, right? Haha…” Vice President Chel looked at Myles with a fearful look on his face. He suddenly felt his scalp go numb as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, blocking Myles’ soul-chilling gaze. “Clara... Clara Rowan.” He forced his way through that final word, and his face paled at that exact moment. Clara, who sat below the stage, looked at Vice President Chel in reflex. What was going on? Yvonne had not done anything to that box. All of a sudden, she felt an aura of frost envelop Myles. It let off a chilling air around him. “Myles…” She helplessly gripped Myles’ wrist as if wanting to melt his heart of ice. At that very moment, the crowd went into an uproar. “What’s going on? Did Clara buy over the entire banquet tonight so that everything would belong to her?” “That’s right, treating us like benchwarmers, eh? She’s not Mrs. Jennings yet she’s licking his boots? What does she mean by that?” T