Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 112: I’ll Make Him Leave on His Own

Thea Tate returned home, happily opened a bottle of red wine, and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gently swirling her glass while admiring the night view.

Clara Sterling, so what if you can marry Silas Sheffield?

I can make you get divorced.

The phone rang, and Thea answered it.

The person on the other end said respectfully, "Miss, I’ve investigated what you asked me to. I’ve sent the details to your email, please check it."

"Okay, got it."

Thea hung up and opened her email.

A few days ago, she had the Tate Family help her investigate Clara Sterling.

Opening Clara Sterling’s profile, Thea read every word carefully.

She lives in a remote small town in Crestwood, coming from a single-parent family, depending on her mother, Yvonne Sterling.

Yvonne Sterling raised Clara by running a breakfast stall, never remarried.

The information was very detailed, tracing back to Clara Sterling’s kindergarten up to her university, listing all her classmates clearly.

The Tate Family has wealth and influence in Crestwood; such information is easily obtainable with money.

The first part of the data was unremarkable, and seeing the names of Clara’s high school classmates did not surprise Thea.

She already knew that Sophie Sheffield and Clara Sterling were high school classmates.

But upon seeing the university records, Thea paused.

Isaac Sutton.

Thea’s gaze lingered on the name for a while.

The records showed that Clara Sterling had a two-year relationship with Isaac Sutton, the young master of the Sutton Family.

The Sutton Family is in Veridian, right?

Interesting.

Thea smiled and continued to scroll down.

Seeing Isaac Sutton’s engagement to Quinn Hughes, Thea frowned.

Continuing further, she found that even after the engagement, Isaac Sutton was still hung up and kept searching for Clara Sterling’s information, even following her to class reunions, making Thea’s frown relax.

It seems Young Master Sutton has deep feelings for Clara Sterling.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Isaac Sutton is a very suitable collaboration partner.

Looking at the series of phone numbers, Thea took out her phone and dialed Isaac Sutton’s number.

"Young Master Sutton, are you interested in collaborating with me?"

...

The next day.

Clara Sterling woke up, and Silas Sheffield had not left yet.

The man was putting on a suit in front of the mirror, as Clara got out of bed barefoot to help him with his tie.

Silas slightly bent down to cooperate.

Clara proactively asked, "Do you want to transfer me to another department?"

Seeing her taking the initiative to avoid suspicion, Silas happily stretched out his hand to rub her hair, "No need."

"Then Julian Hawthorne..."

She actually wanted to ask if Silas was going to fire Julian Hawthorne.

But she stopped short once she said his name, afraid that Silas, being so jealous, would get upset.

Silas knew what she wanted to ask.

"I won’t fire him."

This was not what Clara expected.

After what happened yesterday, she thought Silas would fire Julian.

Silas’ deep eyes were like a bottomless abyss.

"I want him to leave on his own." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

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When Clara Sterling got to her desk, she noticed Lisa Holloway’s seat next to hers was empty.

Anabelle Spencer’s seat across the way was also empty.

Anabelle had taken leave to return to Ardendale to pursue love yesterday.

Lisa had said she would return to work after going to Ashworth post-work but seemed not to come back today, likely played too much with her boyfriend last night and called in sick.

For some reason, Clara felt everyone was looking at her in a strange way.

Could they possibly know what happened last night?

It shouldn’t be; last night only Silas Sheffield, Julian Hawthorne, Luna Tate, and a few other company presidents were there, nobody else.

Other company presidents wouldn’t be so idle as to spread gossip.

Silas and Julian certainly wouldn’t either.

That only left Thea Tate.

Clara frowned.

Thea certainly had a motive; her intentions towards Silas were crystal clear.

But Thea usually wasn’t malicious towards her; she always spoke softly. Would she really spread this around?

Holding her doubts, Clara picked up a cup and went to the pantry.

Just as she reached the door, she heard someone inside discussing her.

"Hey, did you guys hear? Yesterday Clara Sterling went on a date with President Hawthorne." It was Diana Dawson’s voice.

Jolyn Lowell said, "Forget about hearing it; I saw Clara getting into President Hawthorne’s car yesterday with my own eyes."

Clara stopped, standing outside listening to their chat.

Last time, it was also these two gossiping about her in the restroom.

Saying she was a kept woman wasn’t false, claiming her sugar daddy set Jonah Shaw up to be fired and saddled him with lawsuits worth millions.

Although the rumors had been clarified, these two still bad-mouthed her privately.

Diana Dawson said, "That Clara Sterling looks so pure and harmless, who knew she was such a temptress."

Jolyn Lowell almost screamed, "It makes me so mad, ahhhh, that such a bright and noble gentleman like President Hawthorne was dirtied by Clara Sterling! Seriously, is being pretty that great? How could she be so wanton!"

Diana Dawson said, "You’re not the only one angry; even I am angry. President Hawthorne is my crush. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even want to work here. He’s my motivation to work every day, but alas..."

Jolyn Lowell said, "Did you see the photos of the room where they had their date? It was decorated so beautifully. I heard there was even an LV box in there, probably a gift from President Hawthorne that wasn’t given in the end."

A guy interjected, "I always thought that Jonah Shaw thing was fishy. Clara Sterling is really shameless!"

Diana Dawson sighed, "Oh, my President Hawthorne, do you think I still have a chance?"

The guy laughed and said, "You have a chance, just go for it!"

"From a man’s perspective, men are generally fickle, especially ones with money and power; they’re always surrounded by women."

"Regardless of whether President Hawthorne likes Clara Sterling or not, even if he does, there’s no need to worry. Handsome and wealthy men like him aren’t known for being devoted."

"The way you say it makes me relieved." Diana Dawson laughed, "Do you think I look okay?"

"You’re fine, you look better than Clara Sterling." The man praised with a smile, "Clara Sterling just looks vampy, unlike your pure look."

Hearing this, Diana Dawson laughed even more cheerfully.

"What about me?" Jolyn Lowell asked.

The man said, "You might not be President Hawthorne’s type..."

Jolyn was plain looking with an average figure.

Diana Dawson’s strength lay in her good figure, curvy with a decent height and features, quite pretty among ordinary people.

But frankly, Diana’s appeal was nowhere near Clara Sterling’s level.

The man said that just to please Diana Dawson.

The group joked around, and then opened the pantry door.

The smiles on their faces froze in place instantly.

"Clara, why are you here?" Jolyn looked awkward.

In the company, everyone was accustomed to calling colleagues by the last two characters of their three-character names.

Even if privately they disliked Clara, they could still face her with a smile and call her "Clara."

Diana Dawson wasn’t as courteous, scanning Clara up and down with disdain before brushing past her.

Jolyn Lowell gave an embarrassed smile and followed her out.

Back at her desk, Clara received a notification about a big meeting in the afternoon for everyone to attend.

In the afternoon, Lisa Holloway and Anabelle Spencer showed up for work.

Clara noticed that Lisa’s eyes were red and swollen, causing her to pause and ask with concern, "Lisa, what happened to your eyes?"

"It’s nothing." Lisa replied moodily.

Clara was still worried.

"What happened last night?"

Lisa replied with teary eyes, "I’ll tell you after work."

Anabelle looked equally unhappy.

Both seemed like they were dealing with a breakup.