Chapter 270

Working with Maxwell Blackwood basically meant cutting ties with the whole Blackwood family. But Fiona Barrington knew full well—if she didn’t work with him, things wouldn’t end well for her anyway. Before long, she shot him a message: “I’m in.” No reply. But she didn’t expect one either. Fiona was more than familiar with Maxwell’s personality—guess all she could do now was wait. Having known him this long, she understood just how cautious the man could be. She took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and fed the dirt she had straight to a paparazzi she trusted. No hesitation, just action. Once it was done, she casually began wiping off her makeup like nothing had happened. Clara Walton… game on. … Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Ethan Blackwood came up empty. His expression darkened fast—that kind of fear, the panic of maybe losing Clara again, just like before, hit him straight in the chest. “I told you guys to keep an eye on them. This is what you call watching them?” His voice ca