CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: I’LL HAVE SILAS GIVE YOU A RAISE LATER

The Cullinan stopped at the hotel entrance.

Silas Sheffield and his sister Sophie Sheffield, along with Clara Sterling, had just walked into the first-floor lobby of the hotel when a middle-aged couple came over to greet them.

"Silas, Sophie."

The speaker was a lady in her forties, dressed in an emerald green cheongsam with a marcel wave hairstyle, looking elegant and noble.

The woman, arm-in-arm with her husband, smiled as she walked slowly toward the three of them.

"Uncle Ford, Auntie Langley." Silas Sheffield and Sophie Sheffield greeted in unison.

"And who is this?" The woman looked at Clara Sterling.

Silas Sheffield introduced, "This is my wife, Clara Sterling."

The woman looked surprised, "Wife? Silas, when did you get married? Neither Uncle Ford nor I heard anything about it."

Caleb Ford chuckled from the side, "You sly fox, why didn’t you send us an invitation for the wedding?"

Silas Sheffield explained, "Uncle Ford, Auntie Langley, we’re in a hidden marriage and haven’t had the wedding yet. We’ll definitely send you both an invitation once we have the wedding."

Sophie Sheffield chimed in with a smile, "My brother plans to announce his marriage at tonight’s anniversary celebration."

"So that’s how it is." The woman called Auntie Langley nodded with a warm smile, her gaze lingering on Clara Sterling for a moment, "You two look like a perfect match."

Clara Sterling smiled gently, "Thank you, Auntie Langley."

"Silas, about that project I mentioned last time..." Caleb Ford began to discuss a business project.

Since Caleb Ford was an elder, Silas Sheffield couldn’t refuse when he wanted to talk about projects.

Silas Sheffield said to Clara Sterling and Sophie Sheffield, "You two go on upstairs and wait for me. I’ll chat with Uncle Ford for a bit."

Clara Sterling nodded, "Alright."

With that, Clara Sterling and Sophie Sheffield walked hand-in-hand into the elevator.

While Silas Sheffield led Caleb Ford to the reception room.

The elevator doors opened.

Sophie Sheffield clutched her stomach, her face looking a bit off, "Clara, my stomach hurts. I need to visit the restroom first. Go on ahead."

Clara Sterling quickly supported her, looking concerned, "Why does your stomach suddenly hurt? Did you eat something bad?"

"Probably. Clara, you go ahead first."

After speaking, Sophie Sheffield turned and headed toward the restroom.

Clara Sterling walked alone toward the banquet hall.

She lowered her head and sent a message to Lisa Holloway.

[Where are you and Anabelle? I’m almost at the banquet hall entrance.]

Lisa Holloway: [!!! Clara, you’re here! I thought you weren’t coming today.]

Just as Clara Sterling was about to reply to Lisa Holloway, she heard a familiar female voice.

"Clara Sterling, what are you doing here?" Thea Tate saw Clara Sterling dressed to the nines and frowned, her smile vanishing.

Clara Sterling looked up to see Thea Tate standing at the entrance to the banquet hall in a long red dress.

She curled her lips and said with a smile, "I’m the wife of the president of Sheffield Group, of course I have to come to the company’s anniversary celebration."

Thea Tate’s eyes turned cold.

Clara Sterling gave Thea Tate a meaningful look.

Designer haute couture dress, meticulously styled hair, standing at the entrance welcoming guests.

Isn’t this the demeanor of a hostess?

Clara Sterling’s lips curled ever so slightly, her pretty eyes shimmering with nonchalance, "A vice president like you, President Tate, is now doing the job of a hostess?"

Thea Tate’s face darkened, her hand clenched at her side.

Clara Sterling lightly tapped Thea Tate’s shoulder with a smile, "President Tate, you’re working hard, I’ll have Silas give you a raise later."

A complete stance of the president’s wife.

At this moment, Clara Sterling was the esteemed wife of the president, the lady boss.

While Thea Tate was only the vice president of Sheffield Group, an employee.

Thea Tate wanted to explode.

But in such a setting, she couldn’t.

She forced herself to muster a smile.

"You’re kidding. Silas and I have grown up together since we were young and were each other’s first love. When I was dating him, you didn’t even know where you were. If I hadn’t gone abroad for further study and couldn’t handle a long-distance relationship, what chance would you have?"

"Now that I’m back, do you think you can hold on to your position as the president’s wife?"

In reality, Thea Tate never dated Silas Sheffield, but the last time outside the auction venue, Clara Sterling told her that an ideal ex should be like they’re dead.

That’s when Thea Tate realized that, in Clara Sterling’s eyes, she was considered Silas Sheffield’s ex.

She didn’t understand why Clara Sterling had such a misconception.

But this misunderstanding undoubtedly worked in her favor.

At the time, she didn’t clarify, letting the misunderstanding take root in Clara Sterling’s mind.

It could be conveniently used to make Clara Sterling uncomfortable.

Indeed, Thea Tate’s words made the smile in Clara Sterling’s eyes fade away.

"Then let’s wait and see." Clara Sterling said coldly.

With that, Clara Sterling walked straight past Thea Tate into the banquet hall.

Thea Tate, with a dark expression, sent Isaac Sutton a location pin.

[Sheffield Group’s anniversary celebration, Clara Sterling is here. Come over now.]

After sending the message, a cold light flashed in Thea Tate’s eyes.

Clara Sterling, I won’t let you have your way.

...

Seeing Lisa Holloway and Anabelle Spencer, Clara Sterling walked up to them.

"Lisa, Anabelle."

Anabelle Spencer and Lisa Holloway came over with delighted expressions.

Lisa Holloway said cheerily, "Clara, you’re here! I thought you weren’t coming."

Anabelle Spencer exclaimed upon seeing Clara Sterling, her eyes full of amazement.

"Clara, you look stunning today! I remember seeing this dress in a magazine; it’s a V-brand haute couture dress, right? If I’m not mistaken, it’s over three million, your husband did you well."

Clara Sterling smiled gracefully, "Something important is happening today, so I dressed up more extravagantly."

"What important thing?" Lisa Holloway asked.

"Are you going public?" Anabelle Spencer guessed immediately.

Clara Sterling pressed her lips into a smile and nodded lightly.

Lisa Holloway was more excited than Clara Sterling herself, "Wow, this is great, finally going public! I’ve long been fed up with those in the company gossiping, tonight we can shut them up for good!"

"Who are the gossipers?" Clara Sterling asked.

"It’s Diana Dawson, Jolyn Lowell, and Richard Rhodes, oh and also that tea-sipping Thea."

Clara Sterling was amused by her nickname for "Thea."

"Where’s your husband? Why didn’t he come with you?" Anabelle Spencer inquired.

"He’s chatting with the elders about projects, he told me to go up first, but he’ll come shortly."

After chatting with Lisa Holloway and Anabelle Spencer for a while.

Clara Sterling received a message from Sophie Sheffield.

[Clara, have you found your friends? I got a call from a client, I’m outside taking the call, wait a bit for me.]

Clara Sterling: [Yes, found them, it’s okay, you take your call, I’ll chat with my friends.]

After sending the message, Clara Sterling had just put her phone in her bag when someone grabbed her wrist.

"Clara."

Clara Sterling frowned and turned to look, "Isaac Sutton?"

Clara Sterling yanked her hand away forcefully, her eyes showing disdain.

"This is Sheffield Group’s anniversary celebration, why are you here? Where did you get an invitation?"

The invitation Isaac Sutton had was naturally given by Thea Tate.

But Isaac Sutton couldn’t tell Clara Sterling about it.

He avoided answering Clara Sterling’s question.

Isaac Sutton’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze lingering longingly on Clara Sterling’s face, pathetically pleading, "Clara, I now have the ability to compete with Silas Sheffield, and I’ve called off the engagement with Quinn Hughes, won’t you come back to me?"

Clara Sterling furrowed her brows, "Are you delusional?"

"You have no future with Silas Sheffield, he can never give you a legitimate status. Leave him and marry me."

Up until now, Isaac Sutton still refused to believe that Silas Sheffield and Clara Sterling were married.

He simply believed that Clara Sterling was merely Silas Sheffield’s mistress.