Chapter 108 Before Clara could utter a word, Anders, who had been standing behind her, grabbed her wrist and glared coldly at lan. âSorry, Mr. Hayes, but thatâs a noâgo. Weâll have to pass on your... âgenerosity.â With a firm tug, he pulled Clara to his side, shielding her like a guardian angel.
A sting shot through lanâs heart, and his eyes darkened with an added chill. âDid you really think I came here to talk shop with you today?â
He slowly approached Clara, leaned in, and whispered with a low chuckle in her ear. âIf you donât play along tonight, believe me, Iâll trash Andersâ joint!â
Clara looked up to meet lanâs smoldering gaze. She knew he wouldnât let her off the hook that easily. Biting her lip in determination, she faced lan with a steely look. âDancing with you, Mr. Hayes, would be my pleasure. I trust youâre a man of your word.â
Anders immediately stepped in front of her. âClara, heâs baiting you. Youâre not dancing with him.â
Clara lifted her head to meet his gaze. âAnders, trust me, I know what Iâm doing.â
Their exchange left Mr. Marco brimming with suspicion. Pointing at lan, he asked, âHave you met them before?â
lan held Claraâs wrist. With his eyes downcast, he asked her, âWhat do you think? Are we acquainted?â
Clara shook her head quickly. âMarco, weâre not. Since Mr. Hayes is interested in discussing a partnership, shouldnât we extend our warmest hospitality?â
âThis girl is precious to me. Donât you dare mistreat her,â Marco warned.
lan gave a meaningful smile. âI wouldnât dream of it.â Then, he led Clara to the center of the dance floor, and they began to sway to the music.
This dance should have been reserved for the Hayes Corporationâs anniversary celebration.
On that day, Clara was supposed to become lanâs girlfriend. But she betrayed him, sneaking off to the rooftop for a secret rendezvous with Anders.
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Recalling all that had transpired, lanâs gaze upon Clara turned frosty. He leaned in, his breath warming her ear as his husky and spellbinding voice broke through her defenses.
âClara, you owe me this. Donât pretend youâre the victim here.â
Claraâs cool gaze met his, her voice calm and even. âAfter tonight, can I consider my debt paid? Will you leave me and Anders alone then?â
lanâs grip tightened, pulling her close with an intimidating tone.
âDo you really think Iâm the type to be cuckolded and swallow my pride? If you want me to let you and Anders off the hook, itâs not impossible.â
He leaned down and bit her earlobe, his voice a low growl, âSpend the night with me.â
Clara stopped in her tracks, anger flaring in her striking eyes. âlan, in your dreams!â
lan, unfazed, led her away from the center of the dance floor to a secluded corner. He grasped her chin and looked down into Ker eyes.
âYouâve loved him for seven years, havenât you? Whatâs one more sacrifice? Besides, itâs not like we havenât been together before. One more time wonât make a difference. Think it over.â
Hearing this, Claraâs hatred intensified. She shoved lan away, her eyes blazing. âlan, youâre not only blind but 12:21 heartless. You want to sleep with me? Go to hell!â
She grabbed a glass of wine from the table and threw it in his face. Then she stormed off without looking back.
The red wine dripped down lanâs smooth cheek, trailing along his chiseled jawline into his stark collarbone. Unaccustomed to such disrespect, lan immediately went after Clara, intent on dragging her back for a proper punishment.
But a shadowy figure blocked his path.
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