Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 Mad at Me for Having a Mistress? Nicole was taken aback when she saw Clarissa. Then, she rolled her eyes.

Clarissa caught this, but she didn’t know what she had done to deserve that reaction.

“Nicole, did you get into the audit department?” Clarissa asked.

Ever since Clarissa decided not to transfer to the audit department, she stopped paying attention to its goings on. She was afraid that the more attention she paid to it, the more she would want to go.

“How could I possibly join your audit department? There’s no way I could’ve got in, thanks to you!” Nicole spat.

“So, you didn’t get in?” Clarissa asked. She didn’t get it Why couldn’t Nicole just give her a straight answer? Why did Nicole have to be so sarcastic?

Nicole didn’t answer Clarissa, choosing to scoff and brush past Clarissa instead.

Clarissa heard Nicole’s voice ring out behind her. “Mr. Moore, I’m here to collect my transcript. I saw that I scored seventy-six. That’s considered pretty ligh, isn’t it?”

“It’s not bad.” Joseph handed her transcript to her.

“Is there anyone in our class who scored higher than me?” Nicole asked.

“Yes, Clarissa. She scored eighty-four.”

Nicole fell silent.

Clarissa didn’t hear the remainder of the conversation. She left.

When she got into Damien’s car, she asked him, “Didn’t Nicole Brow’n get into the audit department?” “Do I have to pay attention to every single employee?” he asked in return.

Clarissa swallowed the rest of her questions. She supposed that Damien didn’t pay attention to these things.

“Who did you collect your transcript from?” he asked.

Clarissa’s face turned red. Nothing had happened between her and Joseph, but every time Damien asked her anything related to him, it sounded as if she had slept with Joseph. She mumbled, “One of the teachers at the administrative office.”

Damien didn’t say anything. Who was she trying to trick? He had already seen Luke’s car.

The next day, Clarissa wore the same outfit to work. The moment she walked into the office, her colleagues started whispering among themselves. “Wow, looks like we have to sit up and take notice of a certain someone now. She used to dress so shabbily, and now she’s so chic.” “Don’t you remember who she’s married to? It’s your own fault for not being capable enough to marry President Lawrence!”

“I bet President Lawrence was the one who paid for her outfit. Judging from the quality alone, they’re not anything cheap. It probably cost several thousand dollars.” “Keep your voice down! We’ll have to pay a fine of thirty dollars for gossiping!”

Clarissa had planned on ignoring the gossip as usual, but she never would’ve expected someone to try to take a photo from underneath her skirt when she went to the State Taxation Administration to collect some files in the afternoon. When she got off the bus, a lecher even tried to rub himself against her cliest.