Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 63

The meal was spent in such an eerie atmosphere.

Darren was in a bad mood, so he left soon afterwards with Ashlee.

Clara dutifully drank up the bird's nest before leaving with Horace.

Russell was in a great mood and said he was going for a walk after the meal, so he walked them both to the door.

Horace's wheelchair slid into the car first, and Clara was about to follow, but Russell suddenly pulled her back.

"Clara," Russell said with a mysterious look, "you did well yesterday. But I'm telling you, as someone who's been there, the chances of hitting it in one go are too small, so remember to work hard when you get back."

Clara froze for a moment before realising what Russell was talking about and blushed again.

Oh really.

One grandfather, one grandson, both so thick-skinned!

Clara hurriedly got into the car after a couple of random responses.

The Kirkland family's party had passed without a hitch.

In the next few days, the deadline for printing the new issue of Clara's magazine publishing company was approaching, and the whole company was busy.

Even Darren had no time to give Clara a hard time; he was busy with the magazine.

Since the failure of its last deal with Queensvale, the company had been in a bit of a financial crisis, the biggest since its inception. Luckily, the second interview with Horace was just in time to hit a new sales record so they could get over the hump.

But the money gap was there, and Horace could save them once, but not twice. For this new magazine issue, everyone is again scratching their heads about what to put out.

This time Diane Kirby was very motivated and went to interview a substandard food processing plant herself, using a spy camera to recorded a lot of inside stories.

There has been much attention on food safety in the country recently, and the consensus was that the subject could cause a stir, so everyone worked together overnight just to gut this dodgy factory.

As part of the company, Clara was not in charge of the story, but she worked overtime too.

At midnight that night, Clara was still in her office working on the layout when Diane suddenly came up to her and dropped a file on her desk, "Clara, this is my record of the workers in this factory, many of whom don't have the relevant technical licences so that you can give me a count."

Clara was already busy with typesetting and suddenly saw this and frowned, "Diane, I'm a bit rushed. Can you do your count?"

"What do you mean?" Diane started as if she had heard a joke, "Do you know how busy I am! You have to understand that I did this interview all by myself! I'm already busy just sorting out the interview, and you're asking me to sort out all these chores myself?"

Clara frowned, "But I'm too busy here too. Why don't you…"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Diane impatiently, "Clara, I know you have someone to back you up, but don't be so arrogant. Do you want to take it for granted at the magazine publishing company just because you have the editor-in-chief to help you?"

Diane's voice was very sharp and deliberately raised her pitch when she said this; everyone in the company immediately looked over.

Clara's face went cold.