Chapter 110
lan’s fingers turned white as he gripped the golf club, veins standing out on the back of his hands like cords. Clara’s words were like a thorn, piercing deep into his chest. He couldn’t understand why he was so fixated on Clara, so desperate to hear her voice.
Even when she berated him or when their arguments turned physical, it was a preferable torment compared to this current void where he couldn’t see her or touch her.
His gaze darkened, and his voice grew huskier. “Clara, with your head always in the clouds, why don’t you try writing? I’m doing this for Anders‘ father Trevor’s sake, to throw some business his son’s way–it’s got nothing to do with you. Besides, my great–uncle has already dropped hints to Grandma Rose. If I don’t step in and help, do you really think she’d let it slide? Don’t flatter yourself thinking this is all for you. You’re not that irresistible.”
Clara could detect a hint of scorn in his dismissive tone. She knew that the typically cold and ruthless lan, who didn’t spare much thought for family ties, always made an exception for Grandma Rose.
Her guard dropped a notch. “When would you be available?” she asked.
“Nine in the morning, at the golf club I frequent. Don’t be late,” he replied curtly.
When Clara arrived at the golf club, lan had just finished a perfect swing. The ball hadn’t even landed when Heidi dashed over to see where it would fall. Then, with excitement, she called out, “Brother, you lost, lan got a hole–in–one!”
Edwin strolled over, a smile playing on his lips as he ruffled her hair affectionately. “Who’s your actual brother here? Why are you so thrilled to see me lose?”
Heidi leaned into her brother’s shoulder, her voice playful. “Ian was once a world champion, brother. You’re already amazing for keeping up with him. Don’t get discouraged, keep at it!”
“Alright, chatterbox, you’re good with words. Take a break while I have a word with lan.”
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Heidi pouted and moved away from the two men, but as she turned around, she spotted Clara standing in the rest area. Her expression, previously warm, turned to ice.
She approached Clara rapidly, eyes cold. “What are you doing here?”
Clara’s demeanor remained calm. “Business,” she said simply.
Heidi let out a mocking laugh. “Trying to secure a contract with the Hayes Corporation for Anders? Clara, I never realized you could be so shameless. How could lan, a man of such pride, ever want a woman who’s been played out by others?”
Clara looked at her unflinchingly, a cold smile tugging at her lips. “I may be ‘played out,’ but not as much as
you?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You know very well what I mean, Ms. Heidi, don’t you? Or would you like me to spill about those messy affairs you had abroad three years ago?”
At these words, Heidi sprang to her feet, fury blazing in her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Whether I dare depends on your attitude. Do you think I’m unaware of who orchestrated my little trip to the rooftop on the anniversary celebration day? Do you really believe I can’t uncover who plotted to throw Anders and me together?”
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