CHAPTER 140: CHAPTER 140: HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE

Julian Hawthorne’s breath caught, his gaze fixed intently on the couple on stage, as if something had pricked his heart.

Clara Sterling was actually Silas Sheffield’s wife...

She was really married.

Julian hadn’t felt his heart moved like this in a long time.

And now, after finally meeting a woman who stirred his heart, she turned out to be someone else’s wife.

Clara Sterling and Silas Sheffield standing together looked so perfectly matched.

They were like a couple made in heaven.

Julian couldn’t bear to look any longer, shifting his gaze away, his mood as gloomy and damp as a rainy day.

Isaac Sutton clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, glaring at the couple on stage.

Silas Sheffield’s official announcement about Clara Sterling was like a lightning strike on a clear day, hitting him hard.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing.

Silas Sheffield actually announced it in front of so many people at the company’s anniversary celebration!

How was that possible!

Silas Sheffield was born into the wealthy Sheffield Family and was the heir of the Sheffield Group.

How could the Sheffield Family allow Silas Sheffield to marry a woman with no background who doesn’t aid the Sheffield Group in any way?

Even though Silas Sheffield had previously attended Clara Sterling’s class reunion and claimed to be her husband, he never believed that Silas and Clara were actually married.

He always thought that Clara Sterling was merely a kept woman, a plaything for Silas Sheffield that he would discard once he tired of her.

But to his surprise, Silas Sheffield had indeed married her!

Isaac Sutton felt dizzy and staggered, almost falling over.

In the crowd, Thea Tate was grinding her back molars almost to the point of breaking.

Feeling the strange gazes converging from all directions, Thea bit her lip, trying to appear calm.

She heard the murmurs of conversations flow into her ears.

"I never imagined Assistant Sterling was actually the CEO’s wife, my goodness, that’s unbelievable."

"Yeah, I never dreamed the CEO’s wife would be working as a small-time director’s assistant at our branch company."

"Hey, do you think President Tate knew President Sheffield was married? And if she did, why did she still act like the hostess today while entertaining guests? I just heard someone say President Tate and President Sheffield were close to a good thing, and she didn’t even explain."

"I think she definitely knew. Didn’t you see Clara Sterling and President Tate talking at the entrance just now? The tension between them was so palpable I could feel it from afar, so President Tate must have known."

"So she’s willing to be a homewrecker?"

"Yeah, it’s shameless."

"Wow, I used to ship her and President Sheffield, but I didn’t expect she wanted to knowingly be the other woman!"

...

Thea Tate listened to these discussions about her, her face darkening like a sky filled with storm clouds before the storm.

Grinding her back molars nearly to breaking point, a cold glint flashed in her eyes as she glared at Clara Sterling, her heart ablaze with jealousy.

The guests she had entertained now looked at her with mockery and ridicule, some women even covering their mouths with light laughter.

Though they wouldn’t openly say those sarcastic or mocking words due to her being the Tate Family heiress.

Even if not outright spoken, the strange gazes felt like sharp knives, leaving her wounded beyond repair.

Thea Tate gritted her teeth in hatred.

Clara Sterling, I will remember this...

Mandy Lynn and Evan Grant were stunned, frozen like statues, unable to react for quite a while.

After a long time, Mandy spoke, her disbelief barely contained: "She’s actually Silas Sheffield’s wife?"

After the shock, Evan frowned deeply.

He wasn’t really concerned about Clara Sterling being married.

Before this, he had been quite confident, thinking Clara Sterling’s husband couldn’t compete with him in terms of family background or appearance.

He even had malicious thoughts of poaching her away.

After all, he wasn’t exactly a gentleman.

Finally meeting such an extraordinary beauty who captured his heart at first sight, what harm could a little scheming do to win her over?

He even considered finding out who Clara Sterling’s husband was and using some tricks to make her husband back off.

But once he finally learned who her husband was, there was nothing he could do.

Evan Grant couldn’t believe it, his brows knitted into a deep frown, frozen in place.

How could this be...

Mere minutes ago, he had confidently declared that no man taller, more handsome, and wealthier than him existed except Silas Sheffield.

And he couldn’t possibly be Clara Sterling’s husband.

Yet the truth struck so quickly.

Next to him, Mandy was still chattering away.

Evan didn’t catch a single word, his gaze seemingly on Clara Sterling, yet unfocused and seeing nothing at all.

His mind was muddled, like a pot of glue, incapable of thought.

On stage, Clara Sterling was all smiles, holding onto Silas Sheffield’s arm, her clear and gentle eyes full of cheer.

Upon descending from the stage, many of the Sheffield partners approached to offer their congratulations.

Clara Sterling smiled, handling each interaction with ease.

Despite her ordinary family background, her striking looks and distinguished aura set her apart, standing in her high-fashion gown, she was no different from a daughter of an affluent family.

"Congratulations, President Sheffield, Mrs. Sheffield and you truly are a match made in heaven!"

"President Sheffield and Mrs. Sheffield are really well-matched."

"President Sheffield, here’s a toast to you, wishing you and your wife everlasting happiness, growing old together!"

"President Sheffield, I wish you and your wife many happy children!"

...

Silas Sheffield and Clara Sterling were soon surrounded by guests offering congratulatory words.

Usually solemn, Silas Sheffield’s lips were now curled in a smile, his eyes full of joy as he introduced people to Clara, helping her extend her network.

In just a few short minutes after Silas Sheffield’s announcement, Thea Tate faced more disdainful glances and mockery than she had in her entire life.

As a prestigious Tate Family heiress, when had she ever endured such humiliation?

More troubling than the scorn and laughter was watching Clara Sterling and Silas Sheffield standing hand-in-hand, accepting everyone’s congratulations.

What right did Clara Sterling have?

A Cinderella from a remote little town, how could she marry into the Sheffield Family?

What qualifications did she have to stand next to Silas Sheffield?

The only person worthy of standing next to Silas Sheffield was her, Thea Tate!

Thea couldn’t stay a second longer, storming out of the banquet hall in a furious haste.