Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 113: Young Master Sutton, This Is a Golden Opportunity
In the afternoon meeting, besides discussing work arrangements, the news that the company would hold an anniversary celebration at the end of the month was also announced.
The anniversary celebration is scheduled for May 30th, at a five-star hotel under the Sheffield Group.
Employees may bring their family members to attend.
After the meeting, everyone couldn’t help but discuss quietly as they left the conference room.
"Why is this year’s anniversary celebration being held earlier? I remember it was at the end of August last year."
"Yeah, I’ve been with the company for four years, and it’s always been at the end of August in the past. I wonder why it’s three months earlier this year."
"Maybe it’s in line with the headquarters? I heard the headquarters was established in May, and our Veridian Branch is three months later."
"That should be it. I’m quite looking forward to the anniversary celebration. The company never disappoints, and this year I’m bringing my son and daughter for a feast."
"I wonder what prizes are in this year’s lottery; last year I won an Apple bundle, and our department manager won a seven-day European tour for the whole family! Honestly, the prizes really are generous!"
Clara Sterling listened to the discussion, deep in thought.
Three months earlier than usual...
There was still an hour until the end of the workday after the meeting.
A suppressed sobbing sound came from beside her.
Lisa Holloway had been crying all along.
Clara worriedly looked at her.
"It’s nothing..." Lisa sniffed while typing on the computer, "It’s just heartbreak, feeling sad. Will you go for a drink with me after work?"
"Okay..." Clara frowned; Lisa was indeed heartbroken.
"Count me in," said Anabelle Spencer, sitting across from them, "I want to go drink too."
After work.
At the bar.
"How could he treat me like this? I loved him so much and treated him so well..." Lisa sobbed, raising her glass and downing it in one gulp.
"Sigh, love is the most elusive thing," Anabelle murmured, "What’s the use of loving him?"
The two cried and drank recklessly, one glass after another.
Clara only ordered a low-alcohol fruit wine, not daring to drink much, fearing that if she got drunk, there’d be no one to look after the two of them.
"Do you know that yesterday I drove for over an hour with a carefully prepared gift to see him, and what did I see?"
Lisa laughed bitterly, tears continuously sliding down her cheeks.
"I opened the door of his rental and saw high heels, black stockings, bras scattered everywhere on the floor..."
"That bastard!" Lisa shouted in a heightened voice, "Damn!"
The bar was noisy, but the commotion wasn’t small, and some people nearby turned their attention toward them.
Thea Tate smiled slightly, "Young Master Sutton, your chance has come."
Upon hearing this, Isaac Sutton looked over with fondness.
His Clara was sitting at a booth not far away.
She was still so beautiful, her silky black hair falling over her chest, a white blouse and a black pencil skirt wrapping around her perfect figure, her long slender legs crossed and resting angled, and on her feet were black high heels.
She was so stunning, she captured the soul.
Isaac’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes glued to Clara.
He had never seen his Clara dressed like this.
Pencil skirt, high heels...
Just by looking, Isaac’s body reacted.
He stared at Clara’s beautiful legs, imagining them wrapped around his waist, imagining her high heels lightly stepping on his body...
Isaac exhaled a breath of tainted air, the desire in his eyes almost overflowing.
Thea eyed him with disdain and dislike.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind.
"Young Master Sutton, this is a great opportunity."
"No, I can’t." Isaac restrained himself, "If I act on her now, Silas Sheffield won’t let the Sutton Family go."
Thea sneered inwardly.
Even in lust, this man remains clear-headed?
Fine, a sensible partner is a good thing too.
Thea smiled, "What if the Tate Group supports the Sutton Group from behind? Would Young Master Sutton dare to fight for himself then?"
Isaac reluctantly withdrew his gaze and looked at Thea, "Aren’t you afraid Silas will go after you and the Tate Group?"
Thea leisurely took a sip of her drink. "Of course not overt support."
Thea put down her glass and pulled out a document from her bag, passing it to Isaac, "Take a look."
Reading through a few pages, Isaac’s expression shifted, a flicker of shock in his eyes.
"Aren’t you afraid Sheffield will find this out and hold you accountable?"
The document Thea showed him was actually the project bids and the new product launch proposals for the Veridian Branch of the Sheffield Group.
"Relax, since I dare to give it to you, I’m naturally not afraid of him finding out."
She’d made thorough preparations, even found a scapegoat.
Thea leaned back on the sofa, her eyes lazily gazing at Isaac, "With these, the Sutton Group should be able to snatch projects from Sheffield, right?"
Isaac nodded, "There’s an eighty percent chance. I’ll have someone optimize the bid based on this."
Thea: "Sheffield’s new product launch is scheduled for the tenth of next month, you know what to do."
"Hmm."
After speaking, Thea glanced subtly toward Clara’s side again.
Isaac dared not make a move on Clara today, but she was not willing to easily let go of this chance.
Thea withdrew her gaze, "I’m leaving now."
She had come to see Isaac today, completely covered, wearing a cap, mask, and black-rimmed glasses, her clothes the most inconspicuous black t-shirt and dark blue jeans.
Even the bag carrying the documents was just an ordinary canvas bag.
Even if someone caught her on surveillance, there’s no way they’d recognize her as Thea Tate.
She didn’t even drive her own car today, opting for rideshare instead.
After leaving the bar, Thea found a secluded corner to make a phone call, whispering into the phone.
...
Clara seldom drank; she only drank half a bottle of fruit wine before ordering juice.
In between, she got up to use the restroom.
Lisa and Anabelle were crying hard, still drinking glass after glass.
The two were already incoherent, not even noticing someone approaching...
After Thea left, Isaac put away the documents and called his assistant to have them sent back to his house.
He was worried something might happen to Clara and wanted to stay at the bar to look after her.
In case she got drunk, he could take her home.
Despite Silas Sheffield’s influence, he dared not do anything to Clara, but he could at least care for her.
Her two friends were drunkenly inebriated.
Clara, a girl, watching over two drunks, what if someone with bad intentions from the bar approached, how would she escape?
His assistant quickly arrived.
Isaac handed the documents to his assistant.
Just as Isaac was speaking with his assistant, Clara happened to get up to go to the restroom; she had just left, and immediately a man approached and added something to her juice.
The man moved quickly, leaving immediately after adding the substance.
The entire process took less than a minute.
After Isaac finished talking to his assistant and turned back to watch Clara’s table, he noticed she was gone and immediately panicked.
In such a short time, where had she gone?
Could something have happened?
Isaac, anxious and distressed, rushed over to ask Lisa Holloway, "Where’s the girl who came with you?"
"Isn’t she right here?" Lisa, flushed with drunkenness, pointed at Anabelle beside her and giggled.
"Not her, it’s Clara Sterling! Where did Clara Sterling go?"
