Become the Wife of A CEO

The three looked at her in amazement, surprised to hear that she would agree to let her off.

“What condition?” asked Sean quickly.

“You will have to give Horace half of your company’s stakes,” said Clara emphatically.

Clara remembered that Russell had told her it had been the result of Sean’s plot that Horace didn’t own any shares of the company, so she thought of the idea to benefit Horace.

“No way ever!” Sean blurted out instinctively.

“Then don’t even think about Ashlee and her baby will be fine,” Clara responded with the same determination.

Sean’s face soon turned pale.

Meanwhile, Horace was also surprised to hear the requirement.

He had never expected Clara to know any of those stuff, and he was also surprised that she would have done that for him.

Sean and Darren hesitated for some time before they finally said reluctantly, “Fine, I agree, Horace, let go of Ashlee.”

After all, Ashlee’s baby was more important to them than anything else.

But Horace ignored them and turned to Clara with his eyebrows knitted, “Ashlee has done those horrible things to you, and deserves punishment, so you won’t have to let her off the hook because of me.”

Clara smiled and said, “I’m fine. I just really want to do something for you.”

Horace relented.

Ashlee was saved, but the company was gone and Clara soon learned that Glenn fled abroad because of debt.

The next day, Russell came to visit them the first time since her fake pregnancy.

Russell showed his concern about Clara’s health, without mentioning a single word about the pregnancy.

The nicer Russell was, the guiltier Clara felt.

Clara sat across him and kept apologizing to him.

“I’m so sorry… I disappointed you.”

“Sweetie,” Russell said to Clara with a loving tone, “This is not your fault. I already knew everything and what Ashlee and Sean had done. Hell, I had no idea Sean, that jerk, would have done such thing. He’s a shame of the family.”

To stop her from feeling sad, he changed the topic and talked about the shares instead. He looked at Clara appreciatively.

“Thank you, I felt so much relieved now.”

Clara looked more energetic thinking of that, and said, “It’s useless to keep her around anyway, now that they want her, then I thought I would just sell her for something, to make Sean and Darren feel indebted and appreciate, and then get some stocks back. It would also make it more convincing for Horace to hold the stakes.”

“Good kid,” Russell said to her with a touched look, “You are too kind and always nice to others. You always think about others, what about yourself?”

“Me?” Clara froze for two seconds, and then laughed. “What is there to think about?”

“You aren’t worried that Ashlee will take revenge?” Russell shook his head. “Anyway, be careful.”

Russell soon left. When he’s gone, Clara mused over what he had said.

Afraid of Ashlee? And her revenge?

So what?

As long as she had Horace, that would be enough.

The incident was pretty much over, and since Sean, Darren and Ashlee had stopped making trouble for Clara, she had been living a peaceful life.

Horace had made her rest at home for a couple of days and as a journalist, the only way for Clara to kill time was to check twitter.

While she was scrolling down the feeds, she posted something melancholy, “I used to think I had it, but it turned out be a bubble.”

When she was to log off, she saw a direct message sent to her account.

It was from the account “Back2Past”, which had posted something about Laura before.

Why would it send her a private message?

Clara clicked it open.

“Don’t be sad. Anything which doesn’t belong to you will end up going away. No need to get obsessed with it.”

Clara replied, “OK, thanks.”

Back2Past: “Not at all, I just feel like saying that to you.”

Clara said, “Thanks for your comforting. I’ll get myself back together again.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Clara guessed it was a girl, and when she thought about the comment on her last post, she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you a girl? How do you know about Horace and his ex-girlfriend?”

Unfortunately, the conversation ended at that question.

It seemed to evade that question deliberately without any reply.

Clara felt it was a little weird but it seemed to have been offline, so she stopped questioning.

She thought she’d wait until she’s online again next time.

Clara was so curious about who she could be.

Meanwhile, at the board meeting of Kirkland Group.

Sean and Darren had been such a underdog in front of Clara. The position they were bound to get had just gone within a blink. All of his subsidiaries were on the verge of bankruptcy, so he had to hold a emergency board meeting to secure the market and the morale.

It was probably a signal of some incoming actions taken by Horace,

The idea made Sean feel sick, as if Horace was some kind of venomous snake lurking in the grass, having disguised himself, lurking in the dark. And once he got tired, Horace would give him a lethal attack.

Sean felt chills from his sweaty back at the thought of that. He felt like walking on the eggshell and he was restive.

The foreboding did make sense.

When Sean was excitedly giving his speech, the door of the meeting room was opened.

There came Isaac pushing Horace in.

Sean was startled, and then furious. This man wouldn’t even give him a window to draw a breath?

In order to conceal his agitation inside so he wouldn’t seem weak to the board, he gave the table a slap and quickly rose to his feet, sneered, “What are you doing here in our meeting, Horace? You should behave yourself better! Even though you’re a member of the Kirklands, it doesn’t mean that you can just walk in and out here as the president of another company, and steal our confidential information.”

The members who were on Sean’s side nodded approvingly and expressed their support.

Sean felt greatly relieved as he saw the board taking his side, waiting to see Horace make a fool of himself.

Isaac couldn’t take it anymore.

Were those fossils blind? They would rather support the more controllable Sean than the more competent Horace.

Isaac was indignant while Horace seemed impassive, saying, “I’ve got half of the company’s stakes, and that wouldn’t qualify me to join the meeting?”

The words sent the board paling.

Horace ignored them, wheeled himself next to Sean, glanced at the proposal Sean had just been presenting, and sniffed, “Mr. Kirkland’s proposal sounds perfect, but… totally unfeasible.”