Chapter 2: I Will Never Marry a Gold-Digger
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"I won't breathe the same air as scum, so...
"Please show them out. Thank you."
A group of black-clad bodyguards emerged from all directions and skillfully lifted Zane and his girlfriend up.
Zane cursed loudly.
Just a second before Zane was thrown out, Clyde calmly told him, "The restaurant prohibits loud noises. You're being very rude."
"Thank you for getting me out of that situation. I would have been humiliated by that scumbag if it weren't for you."
Hannah whispered her thanks.
"Don't mention it. I was merely fulfilling a whimsical little request from my mother."
Clyde leaned slightly forward and scrutinized Hannah intently.
"Do you know me?"
"Of course, you're my boss!"
Clyde was surprised, and he frowned disdainfully.
So, it was far from a coincidence that Hannah saved his mother half a month ago!
She created the opportunity to meet him and then clung to him with the intention of using her beauty to marry into wealth and share in the fortune.
Everything was calculated by her!
"Act wisely, miss."
As Clyde turned around, the hem of his coat swiped across Hannah's face. She stumbled backward, and with a slight yelp of pain, her lower back hit the corner of a table. Instinctively, Hannah grabbed at anything she could hold onto. She caught Clyde's hand.
Clyde paused, feeling a piercing pain in his heart.
Hannah hastily stabilized herself with the help of the table. She was about to thank him when she saw Clyde furrowing his brows and quickly letting go of her hand.
Clyde, clutching at his chest, managed to leave the restaurant and get into his car despite the pain.
"To the hospital. And have someone thoroughly investigate this 'kind' lady."
Left standing there, Hannah rubbed her fingers together. The cold touch still lingered on her fingertips.
Clyde's hand was cold, just like his words.
Her boss was as cold-blooded and ruthless as ever.
Hannah had taken her lunch break to confront Zane and had to rush back to the company afterward.
As soon as she returned to her desk, her manager gave her a helpless shake of the head.
"Didn't work out again?" Hannah was almost enraged. "I've revised the plan twenty-three times. My keyboard is nearly worn out. What exactly is he dissatisfied with?"
"Who can ever understand Mr. Lawson's mind?"
"If it really doesn't work, why doesn't he replace me?" "Mr. Lawson has explicitly mentioned that he likes your design style. You are irreplaceable, Ms. Carter."
Just as Hannah was furious, her manager dropped another bombshell. "Also, Mr. Lawson wants you to visit him to discuss his specific requirements in detail."
"What?"
She had just met Clyde at the restaurant half an hour ago.
...
"I will never marry a gold-digger. Forget it, mom!"
Clyde said coldly on the phone in his office.
"But Clyde, I like her. She's kind-hearted. She saved me. Offering my son in marriage as a reward is reasonable, isn't it?"
The office door was knocked right then, giving Clyde a chance to hang up.
"The designer is here. I need to finalize the draft for your vacation villa. Do not bother me for now."
Juliet wanted to go on persuading him, but she fell oddly silent for a dozen seconds.
"Oh, get along well with the designer." She paused and then added, "Offer her a drink, and don't scare her."
Clyde gave the phone a strange look. It was indeed his haughty and proud biological mother on the line.
"Come in." After hanging up the phone, Clyde glanced at the twenty-three versions of the plan.
They were devoid of any creativity.
He looked up to see an unexpected person. "You again?"
Hannah pursed her lips in embarrassment. "I am the designated seaside villa designer you requested."
Clyde's frown deepened. "This woman is really plotting every step. To get my attention, she even joined my company. Did she deliberately make such trashy proposals to attract my attention?"
Clyde gave her a sidelong glance, spotting the name on her work badge, Hannah Carter. He suddenly remembered overhearing some male colleagues' chat, "That new girl, Hannah Carter, is really charming." "Super hot! She's like Marilyn Monroe with a birthmark."
Hannah asked carefully, "Is there any problem with the twenty-third edition of the plan?"
Clyde handed her all the paper drafts.
"Wait for me in the underground parking after work and come home with me."
Hannah felt anger rising.
Wasn't this s****l harassment?
- Writer
