NovelEnglishChapter 16
Clara found it amusing and couldn't be bothered to say anything. She stepped around Simon, ready to leave.
But Simon grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the nearby wall. "Or are you trying to stir up trouble
betweenand Quinn?"
Clara's hand itched with the urge to slap him.
Just then, the executive elevator doors opened, revealing Dylan. He was in a wheelchair, wearing a dark suit, and
even seated, he exuded an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. He was cold and distant, and kept
people at arm's length. His presence was so striking it seemed to change the very play of light and shadow
around him.
Clara and Simon were tangled in a compromising position that could easily be misunderstood. Just as she was
about to push Simon away, Dylan spoke up. "Employee Handbook, Rule Number Ninety-Eight: No office
romances."
Her scalp tingled. Now she was truly misunderstood.
Simon, adding fuel to the fire, said, "Uncle Dylan, Clara's just having a tantrum. I'm trying to calm her down.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter all, she's my fiancée. | can't just stand by and watch her chase afterall the way to Ferguson
Corporation. She never liked doing chores or had any business acumen, so this place isn't really for her."
Clara felt a wave of nausea. This man conveniently forgot about his fiancée every the ended up in bed with
Quinn. No, she had to end the engagement with Simon to stop this repulsion.
She turned at Dylan, intending to explain, but he was already watching her. His gaze felt like it pinned her in
place, with an intensity that made her heart ache.
The air seemed to chill. Everyone felt like the weight of Sylan's presence, and instinctively bowed their heads.
Simon's face turned pale, and the arm around Clara trembled slightly.
Clara noticed this and scoffed internally. What a coward.
Dylan maneuvered his wheelchair down another corridor, and the tension lifted as he left.
Simon sighed in relief and commented offhandedly, "Uncle Dylan just got back from abroad and hasn't been to
the office lately. Wonder why he showed up today."
Clara pushed Simon away. "Simon, you wanted to end the engagement, right? Let's inform both families and
have a meal together to officially call it off."
Simon thought he was hearing things. He'd always believed Clara would never utter the words "end the
engagement." Now she said it with disdain.
A pang of panic hit him, and he grabbed her by the throat. "What did you say? Say it again!"
Growing up in the Ferguson family, Simon always got what he wanted. No one had ever dared to dismiss him like
this.
Clara, known for her beauty, had chased him for five years, which he found annoying. Now she was suggesting
ending the engagement?
"Clara, I'll admit your tactic has caught my attention. Are you trying to provokebecause I ignored you? Only |
can end this engagement, so don't even think about it. Remember who jumped off a bridge when | wanted to
break it off? If it weren't for your stunt, we'd have been done a long tago!"
Clara's throat ached, her face flushed from lack of air. She raised her hand and slapped him, but Simon caught
her wrist. His youthful face was filled with rage. "Let's have dinner tonight, and stop this nonsense."
Before he could finish, Clara kicked him where it hurt most. Simon instinctively doubled over, cold sweat beading
on his forehead.
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Clara adjusted her outfit-a cheap online purchase that Simon's tugging had wrinkled. A button had popped off,
making it look like they'd just done something improper.
"No thank you, Simon. | can't have dinner with you. Go find Quinn. I'm serious about ending the engagement. I'll
inform my family when | have time, and I'm sure they'll support it."
After all, the entire Bradford family was on Quinn's side.
"You wouldn't dare!"
Why wouldn't she?
A wave of bitterness rose in Clara's heart. She sighed. Maybe she had really liked Simon in the past, but after
losing her memory, she realized how blind she had been.
She wandered down another corridor, trying to familiarize herself with the floor, and turned a corner, only to run
into Dylan again.
Dylan's gaze landed on her disheveled clothes and the red marks on her neck. The marks didn't look like they'd
been caused by a choke. Instead, they resembled traces left from ssort of passionate encounter.
His eyes narrowed.
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