No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 

Clara’s grip on her cellphone tightened and relaxed in an anxious rhythm. She was aware of the project. It was Hayes Corporation’s new venture, a field ripe with potential. The profits could skyrocket if it all went according 

to plan. 

Her father, a man of his word, couldn’t possibly be involved in anything shady–unless someone was deliberately making things difficult for him. As this thought settled in, Clara’s expression turned icy. 

She whipped out her phone and dialed lan’s number repeatedly. Each call was met with a ruthless disconnect It wasn’t until the fifth attempt that an indifferent voice finally answered. 

“Got any regrets?” 

Clara bit her lip, struggling to maintain composure. Her voice came out slightly hoarse, betraying her weariness. “lan, my father isn’t the kind of man to break promises. If you’re out for revenge, target me–but don’t tarnish a lifetime of integrity. He just came out of surgery. Do you understand that your actions could kill 

him?” 

There was a moment of stiffness on the other end, then a shadow of amusement flickered in lan’s eyes. “Want to save your father?” 

His laugh was soft, almost taunting. “Meet me in the hospital parking lot.” 

Hearing lan’s tacit admission hit Clara like a ton of bricks. She hadn’t realized the extent he would go, disregarding the three years they’d spent together. If he had felt even the slightest affection for her, he 

wouldn’t be so callous. 

Overwhelmed, Clara felt her throat close up, her eyes moistened. She tilted her head up, glaring at the blinding hallway lights, and said coldly, “lan, just wait. I will get justice for my dad. I won’t let you wrong an innocent 

man!” 

lan’s response was a dry chuckle. “I’m curious to see how you’ll claim this justice.” 

Five minutes later, Clara found lan’s car in the underground garage. Dawson greeted her with a wave. “Ms. Clara, Mr. Hayes is waiting for you in the car.” 

He courteously opened the car door for her and then discreetly retreated to a distance. 

lan noticed Clara’s entry, and his gaze instantly locked onto the wound on her forehead, his dark eyes clouding with anger. “Who did this?” 

He grasped her chin with a firm hand, his gaze dark and unreadable. Clara turned her head away, irritated. It’s none of your business.” 

“Clara, is this how you live without me? You turn yourself into this… mess!” He fumed, then reached into the glove compartment for an ointment, applying it to her wound.