Chapter 660 - 657: Tailing (2)

Chapter 660: Chapter 657: Tailing (2)

Sierra Sutton glanced at the time as he drove, then looked at Clara Grant in the rearview mirror and said, "Miss Grant, it’s already time for lunch. Why don’t we eat first? We’ll have more energy to have fun after we’ve had a proper meal."

Clara Grant thought for a moment and didn’t refuse. "Alright."

’Even if the adults aren’t hungry, the baby needs to eat.’

She then thought about how the baby was born and raised in the U.S.A and probably liked Western food, so she suggested, "Then let’s just get some Western food."

"Sounds good." Sierra Sutton nodded in agreement.

Clara Grant, however, lowered her head and took out her phone to text her class president, asking for time off.

Chloe Grant followed them in her car to a Western restaurant. She sat down at a table where she could see their every move without being easily noticed.

When a waiter came over, she cautiously ordered something random. After the waiter left, she went back to staring at Clara Grant’s table without blinking.

Clara Grant was sitting face-to-face with the man, while the child was in a high chair next to her. Clara was carefully feeding him.

Chloe Grant took out her phone and aimed it at them.

...

Clara Grant and Sierra Sutton, however, were completely unaware that someone was secretly taking their pictures. Clara was teasing the baby while feeding him.

Sierra Sutton noticed she was so focused on feeding the baby that she hadn’t touched her own food. He felt a little bad and said, "Miss Grant, let me feed him. You should eat first. You haven’t had a single bite."

He had just finished speaking when, before Clara Grant could reply, the baby started banging his spoon on the table with a CLATTER, babbling, "Ee-ee, ee-ee..."

Clara Grant smiled and said to the baby, "You want Auntie to feed you, don’t you? Okay, Auntie will feed you."

Then, she looked at Sierra Sutton. "It’s alright, Mr. Sutton. I’m not that hungry anyway. I’ll eat after the baby has had his fill."

As she spoke, the baby had already grabbed a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, getting his little face and the corners of his mouth all messy.

Sierra Sutton pulled out a napkin and leaned forward to wipe his face. "You little glutton, look at you, you’ve gotten food everywhere."

With a CLICK, Chloe Grant captured that exact moment.

She examined the photo carefully. From that angle, it looked very much like the man was leaning in to wipe Clara Grant’s mouth.

Chloe Grant looked at the photo and sneered, then exited the camera view and continued taking pictures.

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After they finished lunch, Clara Grant took Sierra Sutton and his son to the zoo. Even though the baby was still very young, toddlers his age love looking at animals.

Sure enough, the baby had a wonderful time and was full of energy and excitement the whole time.

Seeing his son having so much fun, Sierra Sutton was even more grateful to Clara Grant. "Miss Grant, thank you so much for today. Normally, he’d be down for his afternoon nap by now, but he’s having too much fun today to even think about sleeping."

"Then let him play. It’s his birthday today, so all that matters is that he’s happy."

As soon as Clara Grant finished speaking, the baby gave her a little SMOOCH on the cheek. Then, he turned and leaned toward Sierra Sutton.

Afraid he might fall, Sierra Sutton quickly moved forward to support him with his hands. The baby’s movement also pulled Clara Grant closer to Sierra Sutton.

The two adults felt a bit awkward being so close to each other, but the baby just giggled and planted another kiss on Sierra Sutton’s face.

And that scene, too, was frozen in an image on Chloe Grant’s phone from not far away.

After taking that picture, Chloe Grant smiled smugly and casually flipped through the photos on her phone.

She glanced one last time at the three of them, all beaming with smiles, then turned and left.

’Clara Grant, with Sarah Shelby’s testimony and these photos, there’s no way you’ll be able to keep your place in the Quinn Family!’