Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 100: One Day, He Will Take His Clara Back!

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: One Day, He Will Take His Clara Back!

"Assistant Sterling, you’re here to see President Yeats to sign the contract?" Julian Hawthorne said, "Come over."

Clara let out a sigh of relief.

Turns out it was Julian Hawthorne who saw her and called her over to sign the contract.

Scared me to death.

She thought...

No, no, how could that be possible.

Clara shook off the strange thought in her head, turned around with a smile on her face, and walked over, "President Hawthorne, President Yeats."

Sylvia Yeats visibly relaxed as well.

Just now, she was facing sideways and didn’t see Clara Sterling coming.

Julian Hawthorne’s call of "Assistant Sterling" made her heart tremble, immediately recalling the concerned look Julian had yesterday noon when he patted Clara Sterling’s back.

She thought maybe Julian Hawthorne liked Clara Sterling.

"President Yeats, here’s the contract for you to look over." Clara Sterling handed the contract to Sylvia Yeats.

After reviewing it, Sylvia signed it promptly, "There’s no problem with the contract."

"Thank you, President Yeats." Clara took back the contract.

Sylvia Yeats asked, "President Hawthorne, do you have time for lunch together?"

Clara sensibly stepped away.

Julian Hawthorne’s gaze followed Clara Sterling’s back for a while, then he discreetly withdrew his eyes, his pitch-black pupils extremely indifferent, "No time."

The whole morning, Clara was busy on her own, while Anabelle was avoiding Aaron Spencer, hiding somewhere unknown.

After completing her tasks, Clara sat down in the break area to rest.

Walking the whole morning, her feet were sore from the walk.

Finally, she could rest for a while.

Clara opened a bottle of mineral water and took a few sips.

Someone came up to start a conversation.

"Miss, you look so young, are you an intern at some company?"

The man, in his forties, wore a suit, had a beer belly, a short and stout build, looking very greasy.

The people who could come here today were either experts or company presidents.

This man clearly didn’t look like an expert, reeking of the smell of money, he was probably a company president.

Clara didn’t want to offend anyone, so she could only smile politely and respond, "Yes."

"Which company is so ignorant of cherishing talent?" The man sat down next to her, laughing lecherously.

"I just saw you bustling around, such a beautiful lady being given such tiring work, why don’t you switch to my company and be my secretary, thirty thousand a month, you don’t have to do anything tiring, just accompany me will do."

Calling it a secretary, but everyone knows it isn’t about hiring a secretary, more like someone’s mistress.

The thirty thousand salary was just the cost of keeping her.

Clara cursed a dirty word in her heart, but still kept a smiling expression, "Sorry, I don’t plan on switching jobs."

After speaking, she stood up to leave.

The man reached out to grab her, "Don’t go, young lady, we can talk about the price, fifty thousand should be fine, right?"

Clara dodged the man’s hand and immediately walked away.

The man, unwilling to let go, chased after her, reaching out to grab her, and was about to touch Clara Sterling.

Suddenly, Clara Sterling was pulled into a broad and firm embrace by a strong force.

The familiar woody fragrance enveloped her.

Clara’s tense heart relaxed, she looked up and met Silas Sheffield’s cold and deep eyes.

"Are you okay?" The man’s eyes momentarily flickered with concern and affection.

Just a moment of not paying attention to his wife, and someone came to harass her.

Clara gently shook her head, "I’m fine."

Silas released Clara.

Clara lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, standing behind Silas.

"President Sheffield, do you know this young lady?" The older man who had just tried to hit on her asked with an awkward smile.

Silas met the man’s gaze, his eyes suddenly darkened with intense gloom.

The man was terrified just by his look.

If looks could kill, he would have been cut to pieces by now.

The man’s heart was in his throat, "Misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding, I didn’t know this young lady was with you..."

Silas’s sharp black eyes were deep and dark, with a hint of menace, the chilling aura around him palpable.

"Now you know."

"I’m sorry, I’m, I’m leaving immediately." The man, frightened, scrambled away in panic.

In the distance, Isaac Sutton took note of everything that happened.

He had already seen Clara Sterling, but he held back, restraining himself from going over to greet her.

Because he saw Silas Sheffield in the venue.

Currently, Sutton Group was still not at par with Sheffield.

Silas Sheffield had given him a warning, and the consequences of provoking Silas were something he and the entire Sutton Group couldn’t bear at present.

This time in Ardendale, he had connected with several top domestic experts and renowned entrepreneurs. Yesterday, he had dinner with members of the Montague Family, and today at the venue, he established a collaboration with the head of the Spencer Family, Aaron Spencer.

This trip to Ardendale had been particularly fruitful.

Isaac Sutton silently vowed in his heart that he would make Sutton Group surpass Sheffield.

One day, he would have the qualifications to confront Silas Sheffield.

One day, he would win Clara back!

...

A private room in a high-end restaurant.

Clara and Silas Sheffield sat alone inside, Silas wearing a faint smile, "The water-boiled meat slices in this restaurant are quite good."

"..." Clara pursed her lips.

Apparently, this water-boiled meat slice dish was inevitable?

Clara grinned, "Alright, then I’ll eat more later."

At this moment, Silas’s phone rang with a call.

It was Zachary Lynch.

Silas answered the call.

Zachary respectfully reported, "President Sheffield, it’s clear now, the man harassing Clara is named James Sutton, a local from Ardendale, and he owns two tech companies."

Silas coldly instructed, "No need for me to spell out what to do."

Zachary wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, swallowing hard, "Understood."

After hanging up, Zachary felt on the brink of tears.

Heavens, there was a lot of work ahead.

What to do? Naturally, make James Sutton’s companies go bankrupt, ensuring he never rises in the industry again.

Elsewhere. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Julian Hawthorne searched around the convention center but couldn’t find Clara Sterling and Anabelle.

He turned to ask a team leader beside him, "Where are Assistant Sterling and Assistant Spencer?"

The team leader replied, "I just saw Assistant Sterling busy, how did she disappear in a blink, Assistant Spencer I haven’t seen all morning."

Julian didn’t say much, he took out his phone and called Clara Sterling.

Here, Clara looked at the incoming call and said, "I’ll take this call."

Silas glanced at the phone screen, seeing "Julian Hawthorne" lit up, his eyes turned cold, "Answer it."

Clara answered, "Hello, President Hawthorne."

Julian spoke warmly, "Where are you? Join me for lunch."

"President Hawthorne, I left after finishing work, you all go ahead, I’m already eating."

Julian asked, "Are you with Assistant Spencer?"

Just as he finished speaking, Julian saw Anabelle Spencer walking towards him.

She was alone, without Clara Sterling nearby.

Julian couldn’t help but frown.

Clara replied, "No."

Julian didn’t ask further, just said "Alright" and hung up the call.

Anabelle approached, greeting Julian Hawthorne, "President Hawthorne, the task is complete, the signed contract is with Clara."

"You weren’t together?" Julian asked.

"No, I..." Anabelle hesitated, "I suddenly had a stomachache and went to the restroom, when I came out Clara was gone."

Julian Hawthorne still didn’t know she belonged to the Spencer Family, his arranged marriage partner, she couldn’t exactly say she had been avoiding Aaron Spencer and stayed out of the convention center all morning?

Julian further asked, "Didn’t she tell you when she left?"

Anabelle shook her head, "No."

Julian scanned the hall and suddenly asked, "When did President Sheffield leave?"