CHAPTER 190: CHAPTER 190: YOU ARE MINE

His voice was cold and merciless, as if there was no room for negotiation.

The words carried an undeniable command, forcing Samuel Grant to abandon everything and immediately head to the Foster family.

Everyone in the Foster family obeyed William Foster’s orders; no one dared to defy him.

In the past, William Foster didn’t bother with the branches of the family, allowing Samuel Grant to live a carefree life.

But now, with the Foster family’s headquarters in Ocean City, Samuel Grant dared not offend William Foster, especially since he owed him over two billion, a debt that has now snowballed to over three billion.

He could only play some small tricks to resist secretly, but ultimately he dared not openly defy him.

Samuel Grant replied helplessly, "Alright, I’ll be there right away."

After he hung up, he sighed, put down his bowl and chopsticks, quickly tidied up, and set off.

After William Foster hung up, he returned to his sickly, gentle demeanor, turning to Clara Bennett, saying softly, "Clara, I won’t be able to go later, you go pick him up. But you have to promise me one condition; you can handle it any way you like."

Clara Bennett’s curiosity was piqued, and she asked, "What condition?"

William Foster pulled her closer, his fingers gently caressing her earlobe, and said softly, "Don’t let him get within half a meter of you, I won’t be happy."

Recently, because Clara had to go shoot a film, he couldn’t leave marks in obvious places, so he could only keep her away from Samuel Grant to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Clara squinted her eyes, teasing, "Jealous?"

William Foster’s Adam’s apple moved, and he said seriously, "Yes, you’re mine."

This sentence was like a key, opening a door in Clara’s heart.

The words momentarily moved Clara, almost making her feel like she already belonged to him.

However, rationality quickly took over, and she pinched his handsome face, retorting, "You’re dreaming, I’m my own master. But you don’t need to worry about Samuel Grant, because I dislike him even more than you do, no, I should say detest."

William Foster was silent for a few seconds, as if in deep thought: "Then I could—"

Clara quickly reached out and covered his mouth with both hands, a hint of amused exasperation in her expression: "Do you know what you’re doing right now? Stop being so jealous, be good, okay?"

William Foster, likened to a child, wasn’t angry with the title but instead flashed a mischievous smile and lightly stuck out his tongue, licking Clara’s palm.

At that moment, Clara suddenly felt her heartbeat accelerating rapidly, her face mixed with embarrassment and slight displeasure.

Faced with such a situation, she seemed a bit at a loss.

Finally, after some inner struggle, she decided to take the initiative, gently biting William Foster’s neck with her teeth, hoping to communicate her thoughts in this way: "I told you to be obedient, are you a dog or something?"

William Foster couldn’t help but burst into laughter at her words, his eyes gleaming with mischief and cunning as if teasing Clara: "Yes, but a dog that’s only yours."

This phrase was like a light yet powerful strike, hitting Clara’s heart directly.

Although her exterior showed extreme helplessness, there was a warmth and sweetness stirring inside.

Clara began to realize, the William Foster in front of her was indeed a typical example of someone who pushes limits.

She quietly suspected in her heart that the distant, aloof William Foster from before might not be the real him.

On the contrary, perhaps because no one else was able to have such amusing conversations with him, he became so free and uninhibited in front of her.

In fact, Clara’s guess was very correct; the former William Foster rarely showed his lively and cheerful side to others.

He had always thought that only upon meeting the right person could he truly share this joy, and that right person was Clara Bennett.

Over the years, as Sir Foster, he was always busy with his career battles, hardly having time for romance.

Finally, after many ups and downs, he married this sweet little darling; how could he still put on a cold and distant facade like before?

William Foster would never treat this rare affection so dully; now he simply wanted to spoil his beloved little sweetheart with all his heart and hoped that bit by bit, his tenderness could lead Clara into a sweet trap he had long prepared.

Darling, hurry and fall into it.

Although Clara hadn’t fully realized the beauty of the "sweet traps" William Foster had set, she had already begun planning to set a reverse gentle trap for this man.

Right after William Foster hung up, Clara immediately took out her phone to message Daisy Stone.

[I told my husband to bring Samuel Grant over, you hurry and wait at the door. Once he’s here, pretend to inadvertently ask if he’s here to see me, you’re pretty good at this kind of thing.]

Daisy Stone received the message and didn’t get angry at all, quickly replying with two words: [Okay.]

At this moment, nothing was more important to her than preserving her own life.

Outside the bathroom, Samuel Grant seemed very anxious, calling into Daisy from outside the bathroom: "Daisy, what on earth is wrong with you? Are you feeling alright? I have some urgent matters to deal with, and I’ve left the prepared soup on the table for you, make sure you drink it when you come out. I have to go now."

As he spoke, he was about to turn and leave.

But at that moment, the bathroom door was suddenly pulled open from inside, and an angry Daisy Stone stepped out, demanding, "Where are you going? Are you going to see that Clara?"

Samuel Grant frowned, forced to turn back and look at the woman in front of him, asking in a dissatisfied and puzzled tone, "Why mention that name again? What does this have to do with her?"

Daisy Stone, clutching her stomach, replied with a cold laugh: "Ha! Samuel Grant! You think I don’t know you’ve been sneaking around to see her these days? You’ve been disappearing without explanation these days, do you take me for a blind person who can’t see what’s going on? Tell me honestly, do you still love Clara? Samuel Grant! She’s your uncle’s wife, how could you do such a ridiculous thing!"

Samuel Grant, thoroughly angered by the woman in front of him, said to her, his face darkened: "Enough! I’ve had enough of your unreasonable antics. You’re eating the food I bought, living in my house, and now you’re being ungrateful! If this continues, don’t blame me for not being courteous anymore!"

Upon hearing these words, Daisy Stone seemed furious to the extreme, her tears flowing involuntarily.