Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 82 Clara Shaw wants it, but she refuses to give it!

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Clara Shaw wants it, but she refuses to give it!

"Yes, if Miss Shaw has nothing else, I will take my leave first." Vivian chuckled softly, turned around, and left the Shaw Family.

Watching her departing figure, Clara Shaw clenched her fists tightly.

"Serena Summers, you bitch!"

Upstairs in the room, as Serena was about to change out of her evening gown, she heard a piercing voice outside the door.

She slowly frowned and hurriedly came out of the bathroom.

Clara Shaw stormed into the bedroom, and upon entering, she saw Serena wearing the evening gown she had been coveting.

Jealousy and resentment rushed to her head, Clara Shaw’s eyes filled with hatred and dissatisfaction as she looked at Serena.

"Clara Shaw, what do you want?" Serena looked at her in surprise.

Clara Shaw had never liked her. Apart from the mocking and sneering at the dinner table, she basically didn’t speak to her in private.

Why was she suddenly seeking her out today, breaking from her usual pattern?

"Serena, you country bumpkin, what right do you have to wear this dress? Do you know how valuable this dress is? Many people who wish to buy it can’t afford it!"

"So? You came here just to tell me that this dress is valuable?" Serena puzzled, raising an eyebrow in question.

Clara Shaw was choked by Serena’s response, her eyes reddening as she glared at her.

"What I want to tell you is that you do not deserve this dress! Without the Shaw family and your second cousin, you are nothing but a country bumpkin. Even if you’ve married into the Shaw family, don’t dream of turning from a chicken into a phoenix!"

"Whether I deserve this dress or not isn’t up to you to decide. This dress was bought for me by your second cousin, if you dare, repeat what you just said in front of him."

Serena crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing slightly, her expression cold as she faced Clara Shaw.

"You!"

Hearing the name of Lucas Shaw, Clara Shaw’s bluster was instantly extinguished.

From a young age, she had always been most afraid of this second cousin.

Moreover, since her second cousin dotes on Serena, how dare she repeat those words in front of him?

Clara Shaw silently clenched her teeth, her eyes fixated on the dress Serena was wearing.

"I don’t care! Take off that dress immediately, you lowly country girl, you do not deserve it!"

Clara Shaw stepped forward, instinctively trying to pull off the dress from Serena.

Serena’s eyes chilled, and retrospectively took two steps back, avoiding Clara Shaw’s hands.

Her gaze turned cold, "Clara Shaw, where are your manners? Who taught you to be so rash and unmannerly towards your elders?"

"Elders? What kind of elder are you? I have never acknowledged you as my elder sister-in-law! In my heart, there is only one elder sister, Sister Sylvia!"

Clara Shaw lunged towards Serena, but did not expect her to suddenly sidestep, and due to her momentum, Clara Shaw suddenly leaned forward, losing balance.

"Bang—"

Her body collided violently with the floor, causing her to grimace in pain.

"Serena, why did you dodge?" Clara Shaw pounded the floor in anger.

Serena found it a bit amusing, "You were rushing to hit me, should I have just stood there and let you hit me?"

This girl doesn’t seem very bright.

Clara Shaw: "..."

She struggled to get up from the floor, glaring resentfully at Serena.

"The home training of your Shaw family is quite enlightening; sneaking into an elder’s room is already bad enough, now attempting to strip my clothes."

Serena found Clara Shaw’s behavior absurd; what normal person would try to strip someone’s clothes right upon meeting?

She coldly watched Clara Shaw, each word deliberate, "Guess what your second cousin would think if he knew what you did today?"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Clara Shaw stubbornly held her ground, refusing to admit her fault.

She looked unwillingly at the evening gown on Serena.

"Serena Summers, you just wait!"

After saying that, she limped away.

Serena lowered her eyelashes and looked at the evening dress she was wearing.

She thought for a while, walked over to the desk, turned on the computer, and did a search.

When she clearly saw the price displayed on the computer, Serena instantly understood why Clara Shaw was so out of control.

The dress was personally designed by the renowned designer from Corland, Vivian.

It was a limited edition worldwide.

It incorporated many elements beloved by young people, elegant yet playfully youthful.

The most astonishing thing was the price.

Seven million.

Indeed, a price that makes people step back.

However, the dress was truly worth that price.

Clara Shaw wanted it, but she was determined not to give it to her!

Serena’s lips curved into a slight smile as she slowly closed the laptop.

Just then, Sister Green came into the bedroom to call Serena to dinner, and she reluctantly changed out of the dress.

On the other side.

Clara Shaw returned to her room, growing angrier the more she thought about it.

How dare Serena brazenly threaten her like that?

No, she had to find a way to drive Serena out of the Shaw Family!

"What happened? I could hear your yelling from a distance," Evelyn Hart walked into Clara Shaw’s room, with a trace of displeasure on her face.

"Mom, my second cousin ordered that little wench, Serena, a custom-made evening dress! He never bought evening dresses for Sister Sylvia and me!"

Clara Shaw complained while clinging on to Evelyn Hart’s arm.

Evelyn Hart laughed helplessly, "Your second cousin is indifferent by nature; have you ever seen him being close to anyone? Even his own mother probably never received a gift from him, so what are you to him?"

Clara Shaw pouted, unwillingness filled her eyes.

"But he bought Serena a dress worth seven million! I saw that dress first, it should belong to me!"

Thinking about her favorite dress now worn by Serena, a jealous flame uncontrollably arose in Clara Shaw’s heart.

Why should a country bumpkin like Serena wear that dress?

"Seven million?" Evelyn Hart was shocked.

"Yes, seven million!" Clara Shaw grew even angrier.

Evelyn Hart was silent for a moment before coldly laughing, "It seems Lucas Shaw really dotes on Serena a lot. I wonder how Elena Ryan will react when she hears about this."

Evelyn Hart and Elena Ryan had always been at odds; she couldn’t stand the other’s pretentious demeanor.

Over the years, she watched happily as the mother and son, Elena Ryan and Lucas Shaw, drifted apart, and she would even subtly fuel the fire.

Unfortunately, Elena Ryan had never held any real power and only knew how to make a scene.

The control of Shaw Group still firmly in the hands of that short-lived Lucas Shaw.

Thinking of the inheritance of Shaw Group, a trace of resentment flashed in Evelyn Hart’s eyes.

Both sons of Master Shaw, yet the first and second families were treated so differently.

The first family naturally enjoyed the best of everything from the Shaw Family, while the second family was always suppressed.

Just because she didn’t have a son, did she deserve to just be a backdrop for the first family?

Seeing the hatred and discontent in Evelyn Hart’s eyes, Clara Shaw was stunned.