Chapter 277

The familiar voice made Claire look up, following the crowd's gaze toward the sound. Standing there was Nelson in a sleek black suit. The well-fitted blazer made his already tall figure even more striking, and those tailored slacks showed off his long legs perfectly. He strode forward with that cool, untouchable aura. Claire's eye twitched slightly. What the hell is he doing here? Her eyes moved up to his face. If she remembered correctly, just yesterday this man had gotten punched by his second brother hard enough to bleed from the mouth. Now he looked totally fine, like nothing ever happened. She had no clue that Adrian's punches had all landed on Nelson's body and not his face—no visible injuries means no one could tell. And sure, he looked like a wreck yesterday, but that was mostly because he'd ended up in the dirt, rumpled and dirty. Today, he'd obviously cleaned himself up—fresh suit, hair styled, nothing out of place. Looked like a completely different man. It was no wonder he