Flash Marriage With Mr Stranger

CHAPTER 6

Clara felt bitter in her throat and let out a cold laugh "I should apologize to her?!," She sounded as if that was the biggest joke she had ever heard. "In your dreams," she spat out coldly. She directed her gaze at Henry. "Thank you for wasting my time Henry, I appreciate it. You can marry Lily, and you both make a good couple, the perfect couple. A scum boyfriend and a slut girlfriend. I wish you both the happiness you deserve dear. And you," She turned to Henry. "I hope you are infertile and have no descent for the rest of your life. "

"Clara," Henry and Lily roared angrily. Clara ignored them and faced Mr Elvis. "Father, oh sorry, Mr. Elvis, you have failed as a father already, from this day henceforth, you cease to be my father." With that, she turned around and left.

Tears flowed from her eyes when she stepped out of the Elvis family house. This is what she got in the end for trusting too much. Betrayals, she got betrayed in the end, and she will make sure she gets her revenge for what they all did to her. She won't let them get away with it.

Her phone suddenly rang in her bag, she wiped her teary eyes and checked the caller ID. It was her best friend Emily.

"Hello babe," She said with a smile across the phone, trying her best to sound cheerful.

"You stood me up last night and didn't even bother to pick up your calls?" Emily yelled from the other end of the line.

"I'm already on my way to your apartment. Give me some minutes, and I will be there."

Clara ended the call and sighed. Just then, four black Benzs suddenly parked in front of her. Tons of men stormed out, all wearing black. Clara gulped down her saliva nervously. She could tell the men were from a well-off family. Their suit alone could feed a person for six months. The last car door opened, and a handsome young man came out of it, wearing a smile on his face.

What did she do for those men to come for her? She didn't offend anyone, did she? A gasp suddenly escaped her lips and her eyes widened in shock. The man she spends the night with! Did he send those men to abduct her? She looked at the men nervously and her gaze traveled down her shoes. Fortunately, they were tied.

“Ms Clara, please come with us," A young man said as he opened the car door for her.

Clara forced out a smile "It's nice meeting you but why should I?," She tried to act tough while she was trembling inside.

Jones flashed her a smile. "You will get to know once you meet my boss." The young lady before him was a true beauty. Her skin sparkled. He didn't get the chance to see her face in the morning.

Now Clara is one hundred percent sure the boss was Dylan, her one-night stand. The scene would be ugly if those men succeeded in taking her to him. She got on her heels and started running as if she was been chased.

Dylan's guards didn't expect the young lady to run that way and ran after her. Clara was running at full speed, she was afraid the men would catch her, but it didn't take long for Dylan's guards to catch up with her.

"Leave me alone. What did I do? Do I know you guys, do you want to kidnap me in broad daylight," Clara yelled as she struggled to break free from them, but her strength was nothing compared to theirs.

"Treat her gently, don't let a single strand of hair fall off or else you are all dead," Jones said to the guards. This is the first woman who has ever gotten closer to his boss, so they must treat her well.

The car soon stopped in front of a vast mansion. The guards opened the car for Clara and she got down.

Clara hung her mouth wide open, the mansion before she looked like paradise, magnificent. She was awestruck by how beautiful a house can be. Her eyes fell on the fountain not too far away and her eyes widened even more. The fountain looks pleasing to the eyes. She wanted to play with the water so badly.

"This way, ma'am," Jones said with a bow. She looked at the guards beside her and saw they were on full alert, thinking she would run away like before. Clara gulped down her saliva nervously as Jones escorted her to the mansion. Two maids opened the door for them when they entered. Clara kept looking around. What is this man's identity? She's getting more nervous. How can he own a house this big and beautiful? This was her first time seeing a house like this. She saw countless maids at the side, neatly dressed in uniforms. Soon they arrived in the living room.

Fear gripped Clara's heart when she saw the young man seated on the couch like a king. He was exuding a chilly aura that could make anyone freeze to death. The young man was staring right at her. His eyes were boring holes in her body. Clara dared not look into his eyes and kept her gaze low.

What would he do to her now? Did she just land herself in another problem? Will he forgive her if she begs him? That would be the best choice.

Clara instantly went down on her knees. Her back was drenched in cold sweat.

"I'm... Sorry, sir, I didn't... Intentionally barged... into your room, I was…drugged," She stuttered, she was even surprised herself. The young man's aura was just too heavy on her, causing her to stutter. She gripped the hem of her shirt nervously.

"This seemed more like what you wrote here, " Dylan suddenly said. His cold voice rang through the room.