Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 381

“……”

Winnie drew a deep breath.

No way…

Tyrone and Alicia looked perfect together.

But the truth was, Winnie found Clayton a little intimidating. On the surface, he seemed harmless enough, but she could sense it—he was just like Tyrone: powerful, sharp, and dangerous.

These high-level predators always gave off that air of menace.

She wanted to bolt, but with no one around to save her, she just felt trapped.

Even after years of flight attendant training, all those tough situations she’d handled, right now her skills were failing her. “Mr. Holloway… I really think those two, they probably wouldn’t…”

Clayton’s gaze darkened.

“Not that my opinion matters, of course,” Winnie immediately corrected herself.

“But Miss Ryan, you’d help me out, wouldn’t you? My feelings for Alicia are genuine. If she’d give me a chance, I’m sure we’d all get along much better,” Clayton said, smiling with a cool ease.

Winnie felt the urge to run straight to Tyrone and tattle—Clayton was openly trying to steal his wife.

Still, she’d take this kind of upfront approach over underhanded tricks. At least Clayton wasn’t being underhanded about it.

But still—she really wanted to get out of here.

“Winnie, my bike broke and the driver’s coming to pick me up. Do you and Alicia want to come with me?” Easton Lynch appeared out of nowhere, his innocent face suddenly wedged right between her and Clayton.

Easton… Somehow, even his innocence had a mischievous, golden-retriever kind of warmth. Totally different vibe from Clayton, yet—who knew why—there was just something sly about him too.

“Hey, do you have a band-aid? I fell and scraped my knee. Hurts a lot,” Easton said, glancing down at his leg with wide, pitiful eyes. Sure enough, his knee was actually bleeding.

Winnie seized the opportunity, grabbing Easton by the wrist and looking at Clayton. “Sorry, Mr. Holloway—kid’s hurt. I need to take him to get some antiseptic.”

Every sentence started with “my husband”—staking her claim, loud and clear.

Honestly, women’s intuition was rarely wrong. Clayton was clearly pursuing her, but Alicia didn’t sense any affection from him. She was Tyrone’s wife, just an orphan, and Clayton had no reason to feign interest—there was nothing in it for him.

That left only one explanation: the rumors must be true. Clayton was into men.

Alicia glanced at him, her gaze thoughtful. The more she considered it, the more convinced she became—Clayton had a thing for Tyrone. Why else would he help Tyrone behind the scenes? Outwardly, they acted like rivals, but in truth, Clayton never tried to kick Tyrone when he was down. In fact, more than once, he’d pulled him out of trouble.

Her gut told her—Clayton was dangerous.

Within ten minutes, Tyrone’s car rolled up to the curb.

It was a brand-new luxury model, fresh off the lot and flashy as hell.

Tyrone had inherited a fortune from Patriarch Maddox Lynch and was trailed by the press day and night. All that showiness was just another way to protect himself—and Alicia.

Clayton eyed the ostentatious car and, suddenly, lost his appetite for dinner.