Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 150: You Want to Take Me to the Lockwood Group?

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: You Want to Take Me to the Lockwood Group?
With that, Claire Hale couldn’t help but think of when she used to threaten Tristan Lockwood, demanding money and resources from him.
Back then, it wasn’t just to irritate him.
After all, she’d liked him for so many years and was always around him. How could she not care at all? She still fantasized, believing that if he was willing to give, perhaps it meant he cared about her, even a little.
But now, hearing Sean Lockwood’s words, Claire felt she was indeed deceiving herself.
Those things were insignificant to Tristan Lockwood, a mere swipe of his hand would suffice.
Yet she kept using things he didn’t care about to prove that she was cared for.
Seeing her silent and her expression suddenly turning cold, Sean Lockwood didn’t continue the conversation.
He had a meeting at the Lockwood Group in the morning and needed to leave immediately.
Claire watched as Sean, a big CEO, hailed a cab on the street, finding it inexplicably amusing.
So she stopped in front of him, rolled down her window, and asked, "President Lockwood, why didn’t you have your driver pick you up?"
"In a rush, taking a cab is faster." Seeing her teasing look, Sean asked, "What, are you going to give me a ride to the Lockwood Group?"
"Of course not." Claire waved at him, "President Lockwood left me stranded yesterday, so today I naturally have to ’return the favor.’ President Lockwood, bye~"
After saying that, without any hesitation, she hit the gas and sped away.
Sean smirked as he glanced at Claire’s car receding into the distance.
Still holding grudges.
...
Claire was busy at the office all day until night fell. Suddenly, she remembered something she didn’t get to do yesterday and grabbed her coat to head downstairs.
Joy Sharp had just finished working overtime and saw her in a hurry, asking, "President Hale, are you going to see a client this late?"
Claire was in a rush and didn’t have time to explain, so she casually responded.
Joy, who was about to leave, was somewhat worried seeing Claire running out alone.
So she grabbed her bag and caught up, asking, "How about I come with you? I can help serve tea and water, and if you have to drink, I can drive you back."
Claire stopped and gave Joy a meaningful look, "You really want to go?"
Joy, not suspecting anything, nodded confidently.
"Let’s go, together."
Although Claire was the one mostly following up on Renee Lynn and Jared Jennings’s matters, Joy was the one organizing all the related materials and evidence, so having her along might bring up new ideas.
Joy originally thought Claire was going to a dinner meeting.
But the car got on the highway and drove for quite a while, then off the highway onto an asphalt road with fewer cars.
Sparse street lamps lined both sides of the road, their dim light offering no real illumination, looking like ghost lights from a distance.
A chill ran down Joy’s spine as she nervously asked Claire, "President Hale, why do I feel this place is eerie, did we take a wrong turn?"
Claire glanced at the GPS, "We didn’t."
Joy followed her gaze to the GPS.
It would’ve been better not to look, because upon looking, cold sweat broke out all over her.
The GPS destination was a cemetery on a certain mountain in a certain district?!
Joy was dumbfounded, "When did our office start taking Netherworld cases? Could it be the Underworld overlords are having divorces these days?"
Just after she spoke, Claire hit the brakes.
Looking at her calmly, Claire said, "I’m meeting a ’client’. Are you coming along?"
Joy didn’t dare to go.
But out of curiosity and fear of Claire being possessed, she gritted her teeth and said, "I’ll go!"
Claire reached out a hand, "If you’re scared, hold onto me."
Joy was indeed scared, so she didn’t stand on ceremony with Claire, gripping her arm tightly until they stopped at a tombstone.
Claire glanced at her amusedly; clearly terrified, she probably grasped Claire’s arm so hard it bruised, yet she still came over, stubbornly.
How could this girl remain so naïve after everything with Jude Jacobs?
Claire shined the flashlight on the tombstone.
The engraving was brief, and she quickly found the name—Nina Wells.
Her gaze shifted right, and she was suddenly startled upon seeing the date beside the name.
The year was five years ago, but the date was the same as yesterday.
In other words, Sean’s birthday was also the day his beloved woman passed away.
No wonder he lost his composure yesterday.
Claire withdrew her gaze, bowed to the tombstone, and softly said:
"Sorry to disturb you."
She then gently placed the prepared chrysanthemums before the tombstone.
A bouquet of vibrant roses lay there, presumably brought by Sean yesterday.
Joy also noticed the roses and quietly asked, "President Hale, wasn’t your friend’s memorial day yesterday? Why did both you and the one who brought roses come today?"
Claire replied, "Those roses were brought yesterday."
"No, they should’ve been brought today."
Joy crouched down, inspecting the roses closely and confidently stated, "Definitely today. Look, the petals are full and vibrant. If they were left here yesterday, they would’ve wilted by now due to the warm and dry weather."
Joy was down-to-earth in speaking and doing things, usually not drawing conclusions without solid evidence.
Her certainty made Claire feel it was unusual, "But I clearly saw Sean place these roses here yesterday."
Joy suggested, "Could someone else have brought another bouquet today?"
Claire carefully examined the flowers again, finding no signature or card, revealing nothing.
The night was silent, the wind whistling, the cemetery eerie.
Joy was about to cry, "President Hale, why do I feel there are others besides us?"
"Are there?" Claire looked around, but all she saw was darkness, nothing but the sound of the wind and grass.
"Why don’t we head back to the car first? I keep feeling like staying here longer will bring forth some creepy spirits to chat with us."
Claire laughed, "It’s not often you get a chance to interact with ghosts, I welcome it."
As soon as she said that, Joy clung to her like a koala bear, her eyes pleading.
Considering the well-being of her "employee" to avoid any work-related injuries, Claire took her hand and led her out of the cemetery.
However, as they passed the trash area, Claire paused, walked over, and poked around on a whim.
Sure enough, inside was a wilted bunch of roses.
She was stunned for a moment, finally snapping back when Joy called out to her again, returning to the car, and driving away.
Not far from the cemetery, a black sedan sat still in the night.
Jared Jennings sat alone inside, lighting a cigarette slowly, his arm casually resting on the window ledge.
His calm gaze emitted a faint chill in the night.
...
Once Claire drove away from the cemetery and back onto the highway, Joy’s fear slightly subsided.
She swallowed her saliva and asked, "President Hale, what kind of case did you take? How did we end up at a cemetery?"
Claire briefly recounted the matters related to Renee Lynn and Jared Jennings over this period.
"So, you think starting from Jared Jennings’s past would be a good approach, and Jared just happens to know Sean from before, correct?"
Joy asked.
Claire nodded.
Joy bit her lip, seeming hesitant to speak.