Become the Wife of A CEO

The crazy flashing cameras and one question after another caught Clara, who was still immersed in her thoughts, unprepared. How could there be so many reporters here?

“I…” Clara didn’t know what to say. Although she often interviewed others, it was the first time that she was asked by reporters like this. She only felt that her head was blank, her heart seemed to stop beating, and her body was trembling slightly.

Seeing that Clara had been silent, how could those reporters who had been waiting for a long time let her go so easily?

They knew that today was the anniversary of Laura’s death, but they had been waiting in the cemetery for a long time. Originally, they just wanted to take a few photos of Laura’s tombstone. Before the last heat of the video incident heat dissipated, they tried to add more news to their magazine.

However, they did not expect that God would be willing to help them find out that Clara had come to pay respects to Laura. This time, their magazine sales had not only increased a little but also doubled!

At that time, they would be meritorious officials, and the promotion and salary would not be a problem.

They had already thought of the title for the news story-

“Horace’s new wife paying respects to his ex-girlfriend, WHY?”

“A love contest between life and death!”

“Horace can’t forget his old love. His wife showed up on the anniversary of his ex’s death!”

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In short, the title should be the more powerful the better, the more eye-catching the better. No matter what Clara said today, as long as she spoke, no, even if she didn’t say a word, they could find a way to draw the attention of the public to the direction they wanted.

“Mrs. Kirkland, could you please answer our questions?”

“Mrs. Kirkland, what do you want to say? Everyone is curious!”

“That’s right, Mrs. Kirkland. Don’t you have any thoughts about the last video?”

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The reporters became more and more tightly surrounded. Soon, Clara was squeezed to the point that she couldn’t even stand straight. Her body swayed with the surging of the reporters around her. She tied-up hair had loosened, and her high heels had been rubbed off. There was a sharp pang on her feet, and she didn’t know how many times she had been stepped on…

“Get out of the way, get out of the way!” Logan shouted and pushed away the reporters around Clara. It took him a lot of effort to get to Clara’s side.

Logan held Clara in his arms and looked coldly at the reporters around him. “Today is the anniversary of Laura’s death. Clara just came to worship her. She has no other purpose and has received my permission before.”

“Then may I ask, Mr. Hutchinson, why did you agree to let your sister’s boyfriend’s wife pay her respects?” Hearing Logan’s explanation, a reporter quickly handed the microphone to Logan, his face full of excitement. “Aren’t you afraid that Miss Hutchinson would be sad when she sees her? After all, they are rivals in love.”

The other reporters also hurriedly aimed the microphone at Logan, waiting for his response.

“Which newspaper are you from?” Logan’s expression was as cold as icy water. “Do you want me to visit your magazine?”

Hearing Logan’s words, the noisy reporter slowly quieted down and looked at each other, not daring to ask anything more.

Although the Hutchinson family was not as influential as before, a lean camel was bigger than a horse. It was more than enough to deal with a small magazine like theirs.

“Today is the death anniversary of my sister.” Logan’s voice was obviously angry as he glanced at the people around him. “I don’t want her to be disturbed. Please leave as soon as possible!”

Although they didn’t achieve their goal, those reporters didn’t want to bring trouble themselves. They didn’t want to lose their job because they couldn’t make any achievements. No matter how unwilling they were, they could only leave at this time.

“Are you okay?” Logan looked at Clara and asked worriedly.

In front of him, Clara’s hair was messy, and her clothes were wrinkled. Her feet without shoes were full of shoe prints. Some parts of his skin had been trampled, and blood mixed with dust was flowing down…

Shaking her head, Clara forced a smile and said, “Thank you.”

The two of them, who had just let out a sigh of relief, suddenly heard a reporter who was about to leave shouting, “Horace!”

Clara suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Tears rolled in her eyes and were about to fall.

He was wearing an iron-gray suit and a black windbreaker on the outside. He was thin but tall. Although he looked a little tired, he could not hide his outstanding facial features. He could attract everyone’s attention just by standing there, which made people couldn’t help looking at him. Who else could it be if it wasn’t Horace?

Looking at Horace, who was standing not far away, Clara couldn’t help but feel sad.

He was not there when he was crying in the quilt because of grievance and jealousy; he was not there when she wanted to discuss it with him after she heard that Laura might not have died, she did not know what to do; he was not there when Helena came to the hospital because of injury, and she was anxious and did not know what to do.

Now, on the anniversary of Laura’s death, he came back in a hurry. Did this mean that in Horace’s heart, she, Clara, could not compare with Laura?

That’s right. Clara laughed at herself in her heart. How could she compare with Laura?

However, when Horace looked at Clara and Logan, his eyes were full of anger. He clenched his fists tightly and stared at the hand on Clara’s waist with a gloomy face.

Previously, he wanted to protect Clara from being pushed down. After that, Clara’s foot was injured again, so Logan had been half holding Clara. At this moment, his hand was on Clara’s waist.

The moment he saw Horace, the anger in Logan’s heart instantly rose.

Unexpectedly, Horace dared to come to Laura’s grave! If it weren’t for him, how could Laura lose her life at such a young age?

Although at this moment, when the reporters saw the scene of Horace and Logan glaring at each other, their eyes were filled with the light of gossip, no one dared to come forward and ask questions.

Other than the cold aura emanating from Horace at this moment, the low pressure around him could freeze people to death. The two identities-the Kirkland’s Second Young Master and the CEO of Solrace-were enough to intimidate the reporters.

Different from Logan, who was barely able to keep his family business running, Horace Kirkland was like the sun at its peak. Even if they were given a hundred times the courage, they would not dare to offend him.

Horace and Logan, whose eyes were blazing with fire, Clara who bit her lips and looked at Horace with tears in her eyes, and the reporters, who did not dare to go forward and were reluctant to leave- the atmosphere was weirdly awkward.

At this time, a woman appeared in everyone’s sight.

“Oh my god!” Seeing the sudden appearance of the woman, the people present couldn’t help exclaiming.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.