NovelFameChapter 211
The mysterious man's voice lingered like a whispering breeze, "Just hang on a bit. You haven't seen the whole of
When Clara woke up, the room swirled around her. She felt like she was on a rollercoaster, her head heavy and
her feet unsteady.
First things first, she called Calix to check on things over there. Once she heard that everything was under
control, she let out a sigh of relief.
Then she tackled the main issue: seeing if Hugh could be moved somewhere else.
Calix paused for a moment before saying, "The folks from Ferguson Corporation stopped by this morning. |
agreed to transfer Hugh to a bigger hospital. Honestly, the only reason he stayed here this long was because of
you."
Clara felt a wave of gratitude wash over her.
When she arrived at Ferguson Corporation, she caught wind of the top-floor chatter about the project. Someone
threw out a snide comment, "Clara always lands on her feet. She can make anything work."
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"Well, she's got the looks. Being pretty is her trump card," another added with a smirk.
Clara couldn't help but laugh. She rapped her knuckles on the desk in front of her, "Sure, beauty's a nice card to
have, but you need more than that. My success is thanks to my wide network and high 1Q."
Her colleague was caught off guard by her candidness, turning beet red. The rest of the room quickly went back
to their tasks, avoiding eye contact.
Clara figured they were just startled until she turned and spotted Dylan and a group of execs standing there.
Her earlier comment was loud enough for everyone to catch.
Dylan shot her a quick look, his eyes scanning her face, and said simply, "You'll get a raise."
Clara took a deep breath, holding her ground, "Thank you, Mr. Dylan."
After Dylan and his team moved on, she caught his soft chuckle, so faint that a few of the higher-ups glanced her
way, intrigued.
Soon enough, she got the official notice from HR about her raise. Dylan was known for his generosity in these
matters.
Clara felt a surge of satisfaction.
However, that quickly vanished when she saw Quinn walk into Ferguson Corporation. Her good mood evaporated
instantly.
Quinn had been to the top floor before, but the look on her face when she saw Clara was like she'd seen a ghost.
Simon hadn't filled her in, so Quinn didn't know Clara wasn't dead. She only knew Simon had been swamped
lately, barely sparing her a moment.
She hadn't thought much of it, figuring with Clara supposedly gone, Simon had
free rein to do whatever, even if it meant bringing in sspiritual guru.
So seeing Clara in the flesh made Quinn blurt out, "How are you still alive?!"
Her voice wavered, her expression flipping like a switch.
Clara was taken aback by Quinn's perfectly done makeup. With Simon out of the office lately, who was Quinn
trying to impress?
Quinn quickly gathered herself, tears springing to her eyes. "Since you're alive, why haven't you reached out to
the Bradford family? Everyone's been worried sick. Dad's been bedridden."
Her voice grew more emotional until a senior exec gently nudged her, "Ms. Bradford, let's focus on the business
at hand."
Quinn dabbed at her tears. "Clara, we'll catch up after I'm done here."
With that, she walked into Dylan's office, head held high.
Clara sat there, watching in silence. The people with Quinn were likely top brass
from Bradford Group. Were they teaming up with Ferguson Corporation?
Ferguson Corporation only dealt with the big leagues, and if there were a partnership, she would've heard about
it ages ago.
Handling most of the deals at Ferguson Corporation, Clara figured she would know if something was up.
She pondered over it, and decided to knock on Dylan's office door. "Cin."
Dylan was by the floor-to-ceiling windows, engrossed in documents.
Quinn stood across from his polished marble desk, about six feet away, still trying to cast her charm.
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