Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 111 Yolanda's unwillingness

On the second day, after sending Clara to her company, Horace came to Solrace.

After the morning meeting, Horace was alone in the office. Today, he didn't have too much work. He

leaned against the back of the chair and read the report.

Suddenly, he heard Isaac shouting at someone outside, "You can't go in."

The scream interrupted Horace's thought and he sat up straight.

The door was pushed open. It was Yolanda Zachman.

Outside the door, Isaac followed in, "Mr. Kirkland, she broke in without an appointment."

Frowning, he asked Isaac to wait outside and he would deal with her.

Today, Yolanda was not dressed as she usually was. She wore a long coat and covered herself tightly.

She usually dressed herself exposed.

Yolanda tidied up her messy hair and said innocently, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kirkland. I came uninvited. But I

just want to see you very much. I miss you."

Horace frowned, "Didn't I make it clear to you last night?"

He ordered, "Get out. I'm busy."

Yolanda bit her lips and did not intend to leave. Instead, she walked forward and did something that

caught Horace off his guard.

She quickly took off her long coat. Inside was her naked body.

Seeing this, Horace couldn't help but pull a long face.

Anyone who knew Horace would understand that he must be furious right now. When infuriated,

Horace would be silent.

However, Yolanda thought that her flirtation had succeeded, so she rushed forward and hugged

Horace.

"Mr. Kirkland, I know you like me. I just want to know your relationship with that woman, but I also want

to be your woman. I really…ah!"

Before she could finish her words, she was pushed away by Horace.

"Put on your clothes and get out of here," Horace's eyes and tone were as cold as ice.

Not willing to give up, she twisted her body in a charming manner. Her snow-white body and ample and

soft bosoms swayed in front of Horace.

"Mr. Kirkland, I'm willing to do anything for you. It's my pleasure. You can have me."

Horace's face was even colder, and the last trace of patience disappeared.

He called Isaac and said in a low voice, "Ask the security guards to come up and throw this garbage

out of here."

Her face turned completely pale.

She was on the verge of breaking down. She began to cry, "Mr. Kirkland, why do you have to choose

Clara Selman, not me? I'm not better than that ugly woman?"

When Horace heard the name of Clara, his face changed and his tone became colder. "Why do you

know her name? Are you investigating her?"

"What's so good about her? I don't need to investigate her," explained Yolanda. "I met her colleagues

last night. They told me about it,"

Yolanda continued, "That Clara is average-looking and has a widow's peak. The reason why she obeys

you is that she must have a crush on your money and your status. Mr. Kirkland, I've seen a lot of

women like her. I don't know how good she is at seducing you, but I know that she must have no good

intention to approach you. Don't be deceived."

Horace looked at her coldly, "I don't want to hear your dirty mouth spit out the name of Clara. If you say

one more word, I promise you that I will let you die without a complete corpse."

Horace's words were so serious that Yolanda took a deep breath on the spot. She didn't expect that

Clara was so important to Horace, which was really surprising and shocking.

Yolanda could do nothing but cry. She was good at crying, and tears fell down quickly.

"Mr. Kirkland, I said this out of kindness. No man has ever treated me as a real woman except you. The

rest are sick men who only want to take advantage of me," she cried even more sadly as she spoke.

Horace was unmoved. Except for Clara, the tears of other women were not enough to disturb his

mood.

Tears streamed down her face as she said, "You don't allow me to mention Clara. I won't say it again.

Don't be angry. Don't ignore me."

From the beginning to the end, there was no expression on Horace's face. At this time, the door of the

office was opened. Isaac came in with security guards. When he saw this scene, his face changed

greatly.

Although Yolanda was very open-minded, she was still a female star. How could she let these people

see her? She quickly put on her clothes. Seeing that the security guards were coming to hold her, she

quickly got up, wiped her tears, clenched her teeth, and left the office with pride.

After walking out of the office, Yolanda's face twisted. She hated Clara. She wouldn't let her go.

Clara, you're just an ordinary woman. How dare you steal a man from me!

Yolanda's self-esteem was seriously hurt.

At this time, Clara was sitting in the periodical office and writing news.

The editor in chief asked Clara to write the news report in person. The editor said that only those who

were present could write the most real and shocking news report.

"The CEO of Solrace has a candlelight dinner with his goddess. Yolanda has publicly expressed her

admiration for Horace many times, but Horace has a wedding ring on his right hand..." Clara wrote.

Clara couldn't continue writing. Her heart ached. She really cared about him.

In fact, Clara did regret taking the task. Because she found that since she took this task, she had

become suspicious and jealous, like a dissatisfied woman.

A burst of backache came to her. After several days of sex life, her body might not be able to withstand

it. In order to avoid being exhausted from having sex with Horace, she should eat some nutritious food

at noon and replenish herself.

This was also a good opportunity to rise to fame. Since she had used her husband, she decided to hold

on straight to the end.

Clara cheered herself up again.

She was very satisfied with the photos. In the photos, Horace and Yolanda were sitting opposite to

each other. The atmosphere was warm and romantic, which set off the background of the breaking

news.

She tried her best to tell the truth, but it was inevitable to exaggerate it. Otherwise, the article would not

be interesting to read and would be complained by the audience.

Hey!

When Clara wrote, she suddenly thought it was a chance for her to take revenge.

Horace, I'm sorry. In the past few days, he took advantage of her in the bed every night. She wanted to

punish him a little.

When Clara was absorbed in writing, her phone suddenly rang.

She looked down and frowned.

It was an unknown number.

Who could it be?

"Hello, Clara Selman from GLAM. Who's speaking?" This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

On the other side of the phone, Yolanda was talking. She asked Clara out to meet her alone.