PopularNovelChapter 260
"Not done yet! You wretch, you wretch, you wretch!" Clara's voice rang out, and before Eden knew it, documents
flew from Clara's hands, landing squarely on Eden's smug face.
Eden winced, the sharp sting of paper biting at her nose and cheeks. She dashed over to Dylan, desperation in
her voice, "Dylan, did you see that?!"
She stomped her foot repeatedly, demanding Dylan take her side. Dylan, however, only glanced at Clara, who
was calmly gathering the scattered documents, a heaviness settling over him.
"Clara," he said softly.
Clara, now standing straight with the papers in her hands, quickly put on a polite smile. "I understand, you want
She gave a slight bow. "Ms. Eden, | truly apologize, but Jackson is waiting for me, so | must excuse myself."
Without another word, she turned and left, not even sparing Dylan a second glance. Eden was left fuming, nearly
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtscreaming from frustration.
"Dylan, she doesn't respect you at all! You should fire her. Anyone can do her job; she's just a lowly worker."
"That's enough, Eden," Dylan's voice turned stern.
Eden's heart skipped a beat, realizing her mistake. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, | didn't mean it, Dylan,
please don't be mad."
With a grim face, Dylan retreated into his office. Eden stayed put, her eyes flashing with anger. Clara wouldn't
get away with this!
Later, Clara was in her car, heading over to Dawson Enterprises. Upon arriving at the lobby, she explained her
business to the receptionist.
The receptionist made a quick call, then gave a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, Jackson isn't available right now."
Clara knew this was just Jackson being difficult. She smiled back, "No worries, I'm here on behalf of Ferguson
Corporation for a collaboration. Just letknow when Jackson's free, I'll be on that sofa."
Dropping Ferguson Corporation's nwas a subtle reminder to Jackson of the weight behind her visit. The
receptionist nodded, "Of course, I'll let Jackson know."
Clara hadn't eaten breakfast, and as she waited on the sofa, her stomach growled loudly. She thought Jackson
might keep her waiting a couple of hours, but morning turned to evening with no sign of him.
Her stomach was empty and protesting, and by nine at night, the receptionist had left, leaving the place
deserted. She stood up and flagged down a passerby.
"Excuse me, is Jackson available now?"
The passerby recognized her, "Oh, you must be Ms. Clara. Sorry, Jackson's out having drinks at The Moonlight.
He mentioned you should know where it is if you want to catch him."
Clara took a deep breath, releasing the passerby. "Thanks, I'll head over."
She expected Jackson to make things tough but didn't think he'd completely ignore the collaboration. Driving to
The Moonlight, a dull ache settled in her stomach.
Her fingers trembled from the discomfort, but she pushed through, handing her keys to the valet. Approaching
the private room, she opened the door to find Jackson with his usual crowd.
She recognized most of them but didn't know them well. Jackson looked up, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
"Clara, didn't think you'd actually show up."
She smiled, doing her best to appear unfazed. "With an invitation from Jackson, how could | refuse?"
The room was full of whispers about her past, her failed engagement to Simon, and her reputation as a lovesick
admirer.
"So this is Clara? Not much to look at, no wonder she was chasing after sguy."
"Didn't even land him, and her sister swooped in."
"Her sister, Quinn? The one with all those video scandals? The whole Bradford family seems like trouble."
"Coming from a small family, it's no surprise they're lacking in finesse."
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