CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: HAS PRESIDENT SHEFFIELD BECOME A WIFE WORSHIPER?

Silas Sheffield was taking off his glasses to take a nap when he received the screenshots from Zachary Lynch.

Seeing those screenshots, Silas Sheffield instantly lost all sleepiness.

He immediately made a call to have someone investigate the IP address and real identity of the person who posted defamatory content about Clara Sterling.

Just after hanging up, he called his friend, the renowned elite lawyer in Veridian, Ethan Fuller.

"Come by my office this afternoon."

Just like Silas Sheffield, Ethan Fuller was from Crestwood, and they grew up together, sharing a life-and-death friendship.

Ethan Fuller completed both his undergraduate and master’s degrees at Veridian University of Politics and Law, and stayed in Veridian to work as a lawyer post-graduation.

His family was resource-rich and well-connected, with several elders in his family being partners at prestigious law firms.

He was also highly capable and excelled in Veridian, now being a top elite lawyer there.

In the Sheffield’s President Office.

Counselor Fuller, dressed in a suit, looked up in disbelief after reviewing the screenshots and videos on Silas Sheffield’s phone.

"So, you called me here just to handle this case?"

"Yes, sue all these people." Silas Sheffield’s tone was cold.

By "these people," he was referring to the poster, the commenters using the dirtiest language, individuals spreading rumors on short video platforms, and marketing accounts.

Ethan Fuller shrugged with amusement, "Silas, isn’t this case too small for me to personally handle? You’re not just using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; you’re using a mortar to kill an ant!"

Silas Sheffield remained expressionless, "The slandered person is my wife."

Counselor Fuller nearly stumbled, "What? Your wife? Did I hear you right? Say that again."

"Yes." Silas Sheffield replied, sitting stylishly on the sofa in a dark blue suit, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light.

His face was serious, without a hint of joking, "The person being slandered is my wife."

"Wife?" Ethan Fuller had a look of disbelief on his face, "When did you get a wife? Weren’t you always single?"

"Earlier this year." Silas Sheffield poured a cup of tea for Ethan Fuller, "I feel at ease entrusting you with this matter."

"Since it’s your wife, I must take it on." Ethan Fuller sipped his tea with a curious gaze, "When can I meet my client?"

Silas Sheffield replied calmly, "Tomorrow."

Tomorrow is Saturday, and Clara would be home.

"Morning or afternoon?"

"Afternoon, you can stay for dinner after discussing the case."

"Alright, I can’t wait to meet your mysterious wife." Ethan Fuller chuckled, "You’ve hidden her well. Got married secretly, huh? When’s the banquet?"

Silas Sheffield, remaining calm, sipped his tea, "Whenever she’s ready, I am."

Ethan Fuller teased, "Wow, have you become a ’wife-slave’ now, President Sheffield?"

Silas Sheffield furrowed his brows, "What’s a ’wife-slave’?"

Silas Sheffield rarely browsed the internet, so he was unfamiliar with such online terms.

Ethan Fuller smiled as he explained, "It means always listening to your wife, putting everything your wife wants first."

Silas Sheffield thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Pretty much, you could say that."

"Wow, the sun really rises from the west today. Can’t believe you, who were never interested in women, are among the first of us to get married."

Ethan Fuller rubbed his chin, "I’m curious what kind of woman your wife must be to capture you so easily."

Silas Sheffield: "She’s a classmate of Sophie."

Ethan Fuller was surprised, "Your sister’s classmate? Isn’t she about the same age as your sister, meaning she’s three or four years younger than us?"

"Yes, three years younger than me."

"So you like younger women, huh? She hasn’t graduated yet, right? Still a student?"

"Yes, she’s graduating this year."

"Wow, now I’m even more curious."

...

Clara returned home from work and sat on the sofa in the living room, searching for nearby law firms on the map.

Silas Sheffield came downstairs, "Clara."

"Hmm?" Clara looked up.

Silas Sheffield sat down next to her, "Is there anything you need to tell me?"

Clara hadn’t intended to tell Silas Sheffield about this matter.

He was usually too busy, with a ton of things at the company awaiting his attention.

Clara often saw Silas Sheffield continuing to work on his laptop even after coming home.

With Sheffield being such a large enterprise, there was a lot he needed to manage.

Clara didn’t want to burden Silas Sheffield further; she planned to entrust a lawyer with such a small matter.

"No," Clara shook her head.

"Really nothing?" Silas Sheffield looked at Clara intensely, as if trying to see through her.

Clara lowered her gaze to avoid his stare, "Hmm."

"Then what is this?" Silas Sheffield handed over his phone.

On the phone screen were the posts defaming her.

"You already know," Clara pursed her lips, "I can handle it myself. I don’t want to trouble you."

Silas Sheffield’s gaze was deep, "Your matters are never a bother."

Clara gently bit her lip, her heart sweetened as if soaked in honey.

Silas Sheffield asked, "Were you planning to handle it yourself without finding me?"

"Yes, I was planning to see a lawyer tomorrow."

"I’ve already found you a lawyer," Silas Sheffield said, "He’s my friend, and he’s coming to the house tomorrow to meet with you."

Clara looked up, "Hmm? Already found one so quickly?"

"Yes, as soon as I found out about this in the afternoon, I made arrangements for you."

Clara felt touched, "Thank you, Silas."

"Don’t thank me," Silas Sheffield’s gaze turned darker, "If you really want to thank me, you know how."

Clara blushed.

The man’s black shirt had two buttons undone, revealing a seductive Adam’s apple.

Underneath the gold-rimmed glasses, his long, deep-set eyes grew increasingly passionate.

Clara swallowed, her heartbeat quickening.

She slowly leaned closer, her long lashes fluttering, and closed her eyes, gently pressing her lips against Silas Sheffield’s.

It was her first time initiating a kiss with him.

Though it was at his hint.

The moment their lips touched, the man’s breath hitched, and a deeper passion arose in his gaze.

The kiss that began with Clara taking the lead gradually shifted, with her turning passive and the rhythm wholly controlled by Silas Sheffield.

Ms. Cheney, having finished preparing dinner, walked out from the kitchen, intending to call Clara and Silas Sheffield for dinner. Unprepared for the scene she witnessed, she halted in her tracks, face reddening, and quickly turned back into the kitchen.

...

After dinner.

Silas Sheffield mentioned he would accompany Clara to a class reunion at the end of the month.

"I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle those people," he explained.

Clara nodded, not refusing his kindness, "Okay."

The clandestine nature of their marriage went unannounced to her friends because it began as a transactional marriage, hard for her to explain.

Moreover, at that time, her mother was severely ill, leaving Clara in no mood for wedding photos or a wedding ceremony.

Now things were different.

Her mother’s surgery was successful, and her condition kept improving. The heavy burden on Clara’s heart had finally been lifted.

And now, she and Silas Sheffield had developed feelings, their marriage evolving step by step from an agreement to a real marriage.

Furthermore, classmates already knew about her marriage, and rumors about her were rampant. Many awaited the class reunion to see her embarrassment.

Having Silas Sheffield by her side was the simplest, quickest way to clear up the rumors.

After all, the people at the class reunion would only be her classmates and teachers, not Sheffield employees.

No problem in bringing Silas Sheffield.