Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 753

Not long after Benjamin and Amelia's return to Saspiuburg, an anonymous post appeared on the internet. It was titled: Clinton Corporations' Heir Misusing Power To Stop Wife From Acknowledging Family. The content tried to stir the public's emotions by illustrating how the authoritative heir had forced his wife to break all ties with the family members she had just reunited with. It also stated how the heir had invited the chairman of Hutton Corporations, who missed his daughter dearly, over for a short chat, only to get beaten up badly as there were passers-by who spotted the man with multiple bruises on his face after that.

That intriguing storyline undoubtedly attracted the attention of many, and in no time, the post rose to first place on the trending list.

Even though the post did not mention any names, it garnered the interest of the various media outlets relatively quickly since Clinton Corporations and Hutton Corporations were considerably well-known organizations in Tayhaven and Saspiuburg. Unafraid of the consequences, many reporters hurried toward Clinton Corporations to fight for an opportunity to interview Oscar.

Meanwhile, Linda knocked on the door and only entered after getting the green light from Oscar.

“The chief reporter of Chronicles Daily would like to have an interview with you, Mr. Clinton. Are you interested?” Linda asked.

“I won't be doing any interviews. Also, get someone to get rid of that online post,” Oscar commanded while sorting out some documents.

“But Mr. Clinton, Chronicles Daily is Tayhaven's best publishing house. It has the best sales for its daily newspapers and holds a significant role in the country. Why don't you accept an hour's interview with them and use the chance to clarify the false accusations against you online?” Linda gave it some thought and bravely offered her suggestion.

“I don't think there's a need to reveal my family affairs to the entire world,” Oscar placidly said as he lifted his head and swept a gaze over her.

Linda took a deep breath to suppress the anxiety surging within her. “Mr. Clinton, allow me to say something. Everyone who knows you personally is aware that the content in that post is fake. However, it has become the most widely viewed post on the internet. Cyberbullying has a lot more impact than we think. In my opinion, why don't you make a brief response, Mr. Clinton? Or else it'll surely affect the company's shares sooner or later.”

“There's no need. It's nothing but a nonsensical post.” Oscar waved his hand in dismissal. “Get back to work.”

Left with no choice, Linda headed out after taking an additional glance at the man.

As soon as she stepped out, Isabella arrived in the elevator.

“Ms. Walker,” Linda greeted politely.

Isabella lightly nodded and whispered, “Is Oscar in there?”

Linda bobbed her head.

“Okay. I shall make my way in then.”

“Mr. Clinton is busy with work right now, Ms. Walker. Without his permission, you better not go in. That'll save secretaries like us from getting reprimanded.”

Isabella cast her a quick look and articulated, “I need to talk to him about some matters. Don't worry; I promise he won't blame it on you.”

Since she was so persistent about it, Linda did not say anything more.

With that, Isabella headed toward Oscar's office and gave a knock on the door. Sure enough, he agreed to let her in.

“Oscar, I've already sent someone to check on the IP address of that anonymous poster. The culprit turns out to be a resident of a random neighborhood in Saspiuburg. I sought help from a friend to look for that person in that neighborhood, but he fled the scene long ago. My friend learned from the management office that the anonymous poster is an IT expert. He's adept with computers and works as a technician in a medium-sized company. He resigned a few days ago, and guess what? That post appeared online subsequently. We also found a sum of money transferred into his account anonymously,” Isabella conveyed upon stepping into the office.

Without looking up, Oscar replied, “I know. I've already gotten my men to check on it. He's nothing but a clown. There's no need to be bothered about someone insignificant like him.”

“Oscar, they've bullied you to this extent and even falsely accused you of ill-treating your wife and stopping her from acknowledging her family. It has caused severe damage to your reputation. I think it's time for you to step forward and clarify the situation.” Isabella scrunched her brows tightly.

Oscar let out a snort of laughter and finally lifted his head at that point.

“Is there anything else?”

“I'm worried about you, Oscar. Why do you appear so lackadaisical about the situation?”

“If there's nothing else, you can head out now, Isabella. I don't need an irresponsible person who doesn't know how to differentiate private matters from work to continue staying in the company.”

Isabella bit her lip and fell silent.

“Oscar, we can always be good friends. Though I'm not lucky enough to become the woman you love, I'm still your sister in name. There's no need to be so wary of me,” Isabella reasoned.

Oscar grabbed his pen and continued with his work, ignoring her completely.

Isabella gazed at the man intently for a moment before she turned and headed out.

“Ms. Walker, are you getting back to work?” Linda queried.

In response, Isabella merely shot her a look and continued heading into the pantry.

When she stepped out, she had two cups of beverages in her grip—one was a coffee, and the other a tea.

She passed the coffee to Linda and said, “I brewed this for you, Linda. Try it. And this is for Oscar. I noticed he's been occupied with work recently, so I think drinking some tea will help him stay energized.”

Receiving the coffee, Linda put on a surprised expression. “Ms. Walker, thank you for the coffee. Not to worry, I'll bring this cup of tea to Mr. Clinton.”

Isabella pulled a smile on her face. “I'm counting on you then.”

After Isabella left, Linda stared at the cup of coffee in her hand helplessly.

“Linda, you've attracted Ms. Walker's attention. Be extremely careful from now on. Hopefully, you won't be in the same predicament as the other Linda,” another secretary reminded.

Averting her gaze to the cup of steaming hot tea in her other hand, Linda began mumbling to herself, “I doubt there's anything wrong with this cup of tea, right? It can't possibly be spiked, could it?”

Having convinced herself mentally, she brought the cup of tea into the office.

“Mr. Clinton, you have been very busy at work, so I made you a cup of tea. Have a taste and see if it's to your liking. Mrs. Clinton specially taught me how to brew it,” Linda claimed.