A confident smile came onto her face as she noticed how Andrew stopped walking when she said that.
"You know, and judging by your reaction you know that Anne is in my hands. I can kill her if I want." She jumped down the bed confidently and strolled towards Andrew.
"I look just like her, talk just like her. How did you still know that I'm not her?"
Right now Clara wasn't afraid of him, his precious person would die if he tried to hurt her, he wouldn't be able to do anything to her so she spoke openly.
He had said something about wanting to punish her by feeding her to sharks. Clara knew Andrew was ruthless, he would destroy her completely but good thing she had something over him.
To be honest, deep inside she was hurt, deeply hurt.
She had envisioned life as the Sterling mistress, she had thought she could stay with Andrew forever even if she has to remain Anne forever.
