CHAPTER 7

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His cold voice rang through the room, sending shivers down Clara's spine. She broke into a cold sweat. Dylan stood up from his seat and walked over to her. Every step he took made Clara's heart beat faster. He bent down to reach her level and raised her chin. His lips curved upward slightly. "How bold of you to have run away after I instructed you to wait for me. " He said, the smile on his face suddenly gone, replaced by coldness. " I hate it when people disobey me, I can kill you for that." His words sent a shiver down Clara's spine and she trembled. Did he just say 'Kill'? Her body trembled again at the thought. She didn't want to die yet. She still wants revenge. She gulped down her saliva nervously and gazed into his eyes. She quickly averted her gaze away from him. "I'm... Sorry, I.. thought you would... punish me for barging into your room, but I was drugged, I'm not... the type of lady. " She stuttered. She had never been this scared in front of anyone before. But this man is like the king of hell. Clara was afraid of breathing too loudly not to annoy the Greek god before her. Dylan released his chin and stood up. " Stand up, " he commanded, his voice too intimidating. Clara quickly stood up, fear was written all over her face. Though the man before her was very handsome, his aura was something else. She dared not look at him too much. " Sit, " Dylan said and pointed to the seat beside him. Clara sat down and moved a little further from him. Jones watched the scene and suppressed his laughter. It was clear that he was enjoying the show before him. How the young lady was trembling like she saw a big bad wolf. Dylan directed his gaze at Jones. "Bring me the contract." He said, his voice was cold as always. "Okay boss," Jones replied, he walked out of the room and soon returned with a file in his hand. He handed it over to Dylan with a bow. " The pen, " Dylan said, and Jones gave it to his boss. He walked back to where he stood before. Clara kept her gaze low, she had a confused look on her face. What does he want to do to her now? Will he punish her? But she did nothing wrong except barge into his room. And it's not like it was intentional. " Sign this, " She heard the handsome man's voice beside her and looked at him. What does she have to sign? She collected the contract and read the contents. Her eyes widened in shock. She should marry him?! She didn't even know who he was. Though this man is exceptionally handsome, there is no way she would marry this ice king. Else, she freezes to death. Clara gulped down her saliva nervously, she put down the contract. She mustered up her courage and looked at Dylan. She found him staring at her. "I entered your room unintentionally, I was drugged by my step-sister and my fiance, I needed a safe space away from their scheme, I only craved a man's touch to ignite the passion in me. Hence, I burn" A faint blush appeared on Clara's cheeks as the word rolled off her tongue. She kept her gaze low. Jones didn't expect that to be the reason, but he knew his boss well, he would have thrown Clara out with a glance. He is sure that his boss likes the young lady before them, even if it's just a bit. He still likes her. "So, what does that have to do with me," Dylan's cold voice rang through the room. Clara looked at him in surprise. That was not what she expected him to say " I... What I'm saying is that I can't marry you because of an incident. I'm still young, by the way." "How old are you," Dylan asked. He stared at the lady before him with keen interest in his eyes, his lips suddenly curved upward, but they disappeared quickly like an illusion. "I'm seventeen," Clara said as she blinked her eyes. Jones suddenly erupted in laughter, he laughed until tears started coming out of his eyes. This lady is amusing, even a blind man can tell she's not. Anyone can tell Clara is not seventeen by just looking at her. Jones raised his head and his eyes met with Dylan's cold gaze. “Another sound, I will have you thrown out immediately," Dylan said coldly. Jones immediately keeps shut. Dylan directed his gaze at Clara. "You are twenty-two." He said, his voice was cold as usual. Clara widened her eyes. How did he know her age? She gulped down her saliva nervously "Please can I refuse this contract marriage?" She said and blinked her eyes innocently. "No," Dylan replied firmly. "You are in no position to bargain with me." Clara gulped down her saliva nervously, she picked up the paper and read it again. Her eyes suddenly widened. "You didn't state when this marriage would end, so we can go our separate ways." "I will end this marriage contract whenever I feel like it, but just know it won't be ten years to this time, " Dylan replied. " In return for marrying me, I will do whatever you want in return and help you deal with whoever you want. I heard you are jobless, and you will also work for my company." Clara bit her lips, but she didn't even know who he was. "But sir, I don't know who you are, it's not even up to twenty-four hours meeting you. " Dylan was silent for a while, he observed Clara for a while before he finally spoke " I am Dylan Smith, the CEO of G&K Empire. " Clara widened her eyes in shock. She couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, she couldn't believe what she had just heard. Is her ear playing tricks on her?!
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