Become the Wife of A CEO

On Monday, Clara got up and was about to eat breakfast downstairs, only to receive a call from the hospital.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“What?” Clara stopped on the stairs, “Ten thousand? In three days? No, don’t need to worry. Of course I have it. Just use the medicine, and I’ll pay the bill soon. ”

Clara hung up the phone with a sigh.

Since Clara’s mother got better, all the medicines she used were changed into the much better ones, which were not covered by most insurances. Clara felt increasingly stressed.

However, Clara couldn’t leave her mother to her own devices, so she gritted her teeth and call the HR department.

“Sorry, I have to get my salary in advance again.” Clara was a little embarrassed when she said this. “But my mother needs money. Well, I see. I’ll be waiting for you. Thank you.”

Hanging up the phone, Clara sighed and walked into the dining room.

In the dining room, Horace was eating porridge when he saw Clara. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

Clara guessed that Horace might have seen her talking on the phone at the foot of the stairs. Her mind went blank at once. After a few seconds, she said, “Well, it’s from the company. There’s nothing important.”

Clara didn’t want to hide it from Horace, but she had no idea how to tell him about it.

Clara’s mother was seriously ill in bed and needed money to pay for the medical bills.

If Clara told this to Horace, she felt as if she was asking him for money.

Although they were a couple and Clara began to depend on Horace, she still refused to do so.

Maybe it was a habit Clara developed when she was a child. Clara’s mother always asked Clara to stay strong, even if everyone laughed at her for not having a father or for being an illegitimate daughter.

Seeing Clara’s guilty smile, Horace pondered for a moment but did not say anything.

Horace knew what happened to Clara as well.

However, Horace didn’t intend to offer to help Clara. He knew she was sensitive and stubborn, so he didn’t want the trust between to be affected.

In order not to scare Clara, Horace decided to take it slowly.

Looking at Clara’s worried look, Horace gave a wry smile.

As a decisive businessman, Horace had never been so hesitant and cautious.

“Eat your food.” Horace said expressionlessly, “After you finish, I’ll drive you to the subway station.”

Clara nodded, relieved that Horace did not offer to send her downstairs of the company.

Did this mean that Horace began to put himself in Clara’s shoes?

Taking the subway to the magazine, Clara was told to see Darren before she could sit down.

Clara got a bad hunch.

Since Darren came back from Queensvale, he stopped picking on Clara. But why did he want to see her now?

Clara went to Darren’s office in doubt.

“Mr. Kirkland, what can I do for you?”

“Clara.” Darren looked at Clara with a cold expression and said, “I’ve heard that you want your salary in advance this month, right?”

Clara got upset. “Yes, I need money.”

“You need money?” Darren sneered. “What will you do with the money?”

Clara got nervous and her voice turned colder. “It’s up to the financial department, so I don’t think it has anything to do with you, Mr. Kirkland.”

“What have you got to hide?” Clara didn’t answer, so Darren became more contemptuous.

Clara glared at Darren, took a deep breath, and said calmly, “I want to buy a new handbag. It’s a limited-edition handbag, so I will miss it if I don’t get my salary in advance,”

Now that Darren believed that Clara was a gold digger, Clara decided to run with it.

Anyway, she didn’t care anymore.

Hearing Clara’s indifferent tone, Darren couldn’t help clenching his fists and sneering, “What? It’s just a handbag. You can ask your men for it!”

“My men?”

Fortunately, Clara was strong enough to ignore what Darren said.

“Clara, why did you remain silent?” Darren stood up and said in a higher voice, “I’m asking you where your men are. Don’t tell me they all left after sleeping with you.”

With a frown, Clara couldn’t bear it anymore.

Clara wondered what went wrong with Darren. He was acting like a maniac!

“Mr. Kirkland, it doesn’t matter if I can’t get my salary in advance.” Clara didn’t want to talk with Darren anymore. “If that’s all, I’m out of here.”

Clara turned around and wanted to leave, but Darren stood up and throw a few photos toward Clara’s face!

“Clara, can you explain to me what these are!”

Clara was stunned for a moment. As she looked down at the photos, her face turned pale, and she began to tremble all over.

Those photos were blurry, so they were snapped in secret. But the person in the photo could be recognized.

It was Clara.

In the photo, Clara was lying on the bed, disheveled and flushed.

Although the photos were blurry, what she was doing could be easily told.

Clara’s mind went blank.

She quickly remembered these photos were taken two years ago.

“Where did you get these?” Clara grabbed the photos and glared at Darren, rage burning in her eyes.

What happened two years ago was Clara’s nightmare. After so long, she always felt that it was all over.

But she didn’t expect that she had been photographed! And then what happened back then would be an indelible mark that Clara could never get rid of!

“What, Clara? Are you afraid?” Seeing Clara’s pale face, Darren couldn’t help sneering. “Then why did you do this back then?”

Clara was overwhelmed by shame, despair, and anger, so what Darren said made her more annoyed.

“Darren, it has nothing to do with you at all. Just mind your own business.” Clara continued in an extremely cold voice, “I just want you to tell me where you got these photos. Who took them? Who gave them to you?”

Seeing Clara’s pale face, Darren felt a little sorry for her. Nonetheless, when his eyes fell on those photos, his anger rose again.

“You should know the answers better than anyone. Why are you still asking me?” Darren looked at Clara with his eyes full of disdain. “You must have slept with too many men, so you even forget which man took these photos.”