Become the Wife of A CEO

Clara couldn’t help trembling all over.

Obviously, Darren did not recognize that these photos were taken two years ago.

After all, Clara always had long hair these years, so Darren couldn’t tell any difference.

Therefore, with his misunderstanding towards Clara, Darren took it for granted that these photos were taken by a certain man recently.

Clara bit her lip, knowing that Darren wouldn’t tell her anything, so she didn’t want to say anything to him. She turned around and left.

“Clara, stop!”

Darren shouted angrily behind Clara, but Clara didn’t look back and rushed out of the office.

After leaving the office, Clara ignored the people who looked curious at the door and ran into the washroom.

After closing the door of a compartment, Clara sat down on the toilet, gasping for breath.

She was scared and irritated by those photos!

Who took them and gave them to Darren? Was it the one who framed her back then?

Clara was ruined two years ago, but she was even photographed. What did the mastermind want to do?

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He sat down on the sofa angrily and tore off the tie that made him feel suffocated.

Darren still remembered that he had also received a photo of Clara naked on the bed two years ago, which made him have to believe that Clara cheated on him.

Two years had passed, and Darren thought he didn’t love Clara anymore. However, he got furious when seeing these new photos!

When was Clara photographed? Who was the man she slept with? Horace? Or any other man?

Breathless, Darren almost freaked out. In order not to go crazy, he decided to do something!

Darren picked up the phone and dialed a number.

When the call was connected, Darren tried his best to fake a smile.

“Hello, Horace. This is Darren. I haven’t seen you since I came back. Yes, you left in advance at the last family dinner. Well, I happen to be downstairs your company. How about talking for a while in the cafe? ”

Half an hour later, Horace arrived at the coffee shop on the first floor of the Solrace building.

By the window, Horace was sitting in a wheelchair, looking down at the envelope on the coffee table. His eyes darkened. “Darren, what is this?”

On the other side of the table, Darren was sitting upright. He was a little nervous before Horace, but he said calmly, “I have to show you something.”

“About what?” Horace was extremely calm. He was not curious about what was in the envelope, but asked another question.

Darren didn’t know where to start, so he threw a question first, “I heard that you’ve had a new woman recently, right?”

Although Darren sounded indifferent now, he was shocked when he first learned about it.

Darren knew Horace well. Horace was never interested in any woman. Horace’s brother, Sean, even doubted whether Horace not only got crippled but also suffered from impotence due to the car accident ten years ago.

Fortunately, Horace got married in the end. What surprised Darren was that Horace began to hang out with Clara.

Hearing what Darren said, Horace raised his eyebrows. “You seem to be very clear about my affairs.”

Horace’s voice was a little lower, which made Darren feel subdued with cold sweat on his forehead.

“It’s a coincidence.” Darren forced a smile. “When in Queensvale, my business partner, Mr. Muller, accidentally offended that woman, and he told me about it.”

Hearing this, Horace remembered what happened in Queensvale, so his eyes turned cold. “And?”

Horace realized that Darren was here to talk about Clara.

Horace never tried to hide his relationship with Clara from Darren, but Darren seemed to have mistaken Clara as Horace’s mistress.

Darren could feel cold sweat trickling down his forehead, but he braced himself. “That woman, who is called Clara, happened to work in my company. I got something about her, and I think you should know about it.”

Saying that Darren looked at the envelope on the table.

Only then did Horace realize the photos in the envelope were related to Clara.

After pondering, Horace finally took the envelope and opened it.

His eyes turned cold and sharp the moment he saw the photos in it!

Darren was secretly observing Horace’s expression. Seeing the change in Horace’s face, Darren was convinced.

Horace definitely had a crush on Clara, or he would not have been so cruel to Mr. Muller.

Speaking of which, Clara was really good at tempting men. Darren was fascinated by her back then, and even Horace fell for her now.

Nonetheless, all Clara’s plans would fail today! Darren was to expose her true colors.

Darren was vindictive. But he had to admit that he didn’t want Clara and Horace to be together.

After flipping through these photos, Horace put them on the cafe table with a snap.

Horace turned his head and said to the waiter next to him, “I want a lighter.”

Darren was a bit shocked.

Lighter?

Darren remembered that Horace never smoked.

The waiter quickly brought a lighter to Horace. Before Darren realized what Horace wanted to do, Horace burned the envelope.

“Horace, what are you doing?” Darren was startled. After finishing speaking, he looked Horace in the eye.

Horace’s cold eyes sent a chill down Darren’s spine.

Darren was startled.

“Do you want to use them to do something else, Darren?” With a sneer, Horace said expressionlessly, “Now that I’ve seen them, I can get them burnt at random.”

How ridiculous!

Although Clara didn’t reveal any private parts in the photo, as her husband, Horace would stop anyone else from seeing these photos.

Darren looked at Horace, swallowed, and lowered his head. “You’re right.”

The envelope, with the photos inside, quickly burnt out.

Horace threw away the lighter, leaned towards the back of the wheelchair, and stared at Darren coldly, “Tell me who gave you these photos.”

Darren looked up at Horace in astonishment and couldn’t believe what he had heard. “Horace, why are you so calm? You should be curious who she was photographed with and why these photos were taken.”

Horace took a deep look at Darren and whispered, “No. Clara is my woman. I know her much better than you.”