Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 297

On the other hand, Oscar gave Isabella an irritated glance. She was occupying his passenger's seat. “Ms. Walker, what do you want? I'm busy and have no time for your games.”

With a smile hanging on her lips, Isabella answered, “Oscar, Mrs. Clinton told you to bring me to lunch. You won't go back on your word, right?”

Oscar eyed her coldly before ordering, “Get out.”

Isabella's smile froze on her face.

“I'm sorry, Oscar. I just want to have lunch with you. I haven't got the chance to treat you to a meal since my return. Can you join me for lunch for the sake of your mother?” Isabella backed down.

An ordinary man would be unable to refuse Isabella's offer. However, Oscar was no ordinary man. He'd only show his tenderness to his beloved and treated other women harshly.

“Get out,” he repeated.

The smile on Isabella's face faded away. She leaned in her seat and said wistfully, “Oscar, do you hate me that much? I like you a lot., and you've divorced Ms. Winters. We're both single now. Are you going to be so cruel to a beautiful lady who is pleasing you?”

“I'm not interested in desperate women. Even if Amelia doesn't exist, you're not my type. Stop clinging to me. Otherwise, I will take action even if you're a Walker.”

Isabella stiffened at his warning. However, her years of experience working overseas allowed her to bite back the humiliation rising in her heart.

Flashing a pleasant smile, she uttered, “Don't get mad, Oscar. I want to let you know that I'm interested in a position in the Sales Department in Clinton Corporations. Here is my resume. If you think I am a suitable candidate for the position, please hire me.”

Having said that, she whipped out her resume from her bag that she had worked hard to prepare and handed it to Oscar.

Oscar took her resume and flipped through it quickly. The resume was nicely done and packed with content. Isabella had graduated from a prestigious university. She didn't major in sales, but her experience would allow her to work in any position in any company.

“It's a great resume. I believe any company will welcome you gladly. Nevertheless, I'm sorry to say that Clinton Corporations isn't hiring for now. I can introduce you to another company that allows you to put your experience and knowledge to good use,” Oscar said as he returned her resume to her.

Isabella's smile faltered. However, she didn't give up. “Oscar, I met Ms. Winters yesterday. She gave me a necklace and left me a message. Don't you want to know what she told me?”

At the sight of the crystal necklace in her hands, Oscar's expression changed. He snatched the necklace from her and demanded, “Why do you have this necklace?” It was a gift he had prepared for Amelia back on the yacht, so the necklace was very important to him.

A smug and calculative look flashed across Isabella's eyes. “Oscar, it was Ms. Winters who gave me the necklace. She also left a message for you.”

Glowering at her, Oscar retorted, “Impossible. Tell me. Did you steal this necklace? If you don't tell me the truth, I'll make sure you return to Anglandur at once.”

Isabella cowered at his furious glare. She took a deep breath and calmed down before saying, “Oscar, that's an insult. Though our family isn't as wealthy as yours, I can afford all the luxurious items that I want, let alone a mere crystal necklace. Why would I steal it? It was Ms. Winters who had given it to me!”

Yes, she didn't steal the necklace. Back in the Clinton residence, she once saw the necklace on Amelia's nape. Pretending to be interested in it, she borrowed it for a closer look before hiring someone to make the same necklace. Otherwise, she wouldn't have an excuse to invite Oscar out.

Oscar grasped the necklace tightly as about a dozen expressions crossed his face. After a long moment of silence, he asked, “What did Amelia say?”

Isabella put on a modest smile. “I'll tell you what is it under one condition—allow me to work in Clinton Corporations.”

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Is that a threat?”

Giggling, Isabella replied, “Oscar, don't be mean. I have feelings for you, so I wish to work in your company. First come, first served, right? Of course, you can assume that I stole this necklace from Ms. Winters. You're divorced now, so I can't really threaten you using this necklace, right?”

Oscar glowered at her. “I'll ask Jerry to arrange a position for you.”

Isabella's smile nearly slipped from her lips.

Oscar, you still can't forget Amelia, huh? Even though you're divorced, you still care for her.

The realization made her a little unhappy.

“Oscar, looks like you still can't forget Ms. Winters,” she remarked.

“Say it,” Oscar ordered curtly.

Isabella tensed up momentarily before revealing, “All right. I'll say it. Ms. Winters wants you to stay away from her after the divorce. She doesn't like ambiguities.”

Oscar's expression soured upon hearing that. He stared at her icily and exclaimed, “Nonsense!”

Unbuckling his seatbelt, he declared irritably, “If I knew you were going to say nonsense over lunch, I would've remained in my office.”

As he opened the door, he added, “Don't be presumptuous. I only agreed to let you work in Clinton Corporations because of my mom. Next time, don't use defective items to play games with me.”

Having said that, he alighted from his car and left Isabella alone in the car.

Through the window, Isabella looked at Oscar's figure striding into the building as her lips curled into a smirk. “Oscar, you're far more attractive than I've expected. I like how domineering and possessive you are. The more indifferent you are, the more obsessed I am with you. I think I'm going to fall in love with you,” she mused happily.

Obviously, she wasn't going to let him slip out from her hands. Meanwhile, Oscar entered the building and entered the elevator wearing a grim expression. Once he stepped out of the elevator, he ordered, “Linda, I want to see Jerry now.”