Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 320 Battle Of Wits

While Amelia was running away from the sudden admiration she received from Kurt, the man she had been missing did not fall short of admirers too. Unbothered by Oscar’s indifference, Isabella still headed to the office to send him the packed lunch she had specially prepared.

“Linda, is Mr. Clinton inside?” she asked, smiling politely.

Looking at her, Linda appeared slightly courteous yet aloof as she said, “Ms. Walker, Mr. Clinton is still busy with work. I think you should take your leave first.”

Isabella raised the lunchbox in her hand. “I’ve prepared lunch for Mr. Clinton. No one can function well on an empty stomach. Look, it’s almost one. He’ll get sick if he doesn’t take his meals on time.” Finishing her words, she strode past Linda and opened the door without knocking on it.

“Ms. Walker, you can’t…” Linda followed behind in an attempt to stop Isabella but to no avail since the latter was moving too quickly.

“Oscar, I’ve brought lunch for you—” In high spirits, Isabella lifted the lunchbox in her hand, but before she could finish speaking, a gold pen came flying toward her. It would have hit her if she were not agile enough to dodge the incoming object.

Stunned, she gulped and looked toward the direction of the man, who was casting death glares at her.

Similarly, Linda’s face was white with shock. She was distressed at the thought of how her livelihood would be at stake if Oscar blamed her for Isabella’s reckless behavior.

Undoubtedly, there was a possibility that Oscar would act that way. Ever since he turned into a workaholic, his life had only revolved around work to the point that he was no longer even as lenient to his subordinates. His frighteningly fearsome appearance was similar to that of Lucifer.

“Mr. Clinton, Ms. Walker insisted on walking in. I couldn’t stop her… I-I…” Linda cautiously tried to explain herself. She was panic-stricken that Oscar would blow his top should she say anything inadequate.

Oscar shot her a glance and uttered, “Linda, if you’re lacking the capability to restrict people from barging into my office without my permission, then I guess there’s no need for you to be working as my secretary anymore.”

Feeling an increasing amount of uneasiness and panic within her, she immediately stuttered, “Mr. Clinton, I-I’m sorry. I apologize for my incompetence this time.”

“Get out.”

Linda heaved a sigh of relief at Oscar’s order. She would not have known what to do if he had chosen to take immediate actions against her.

In truth, she hated Isabella for acting that way. Does she have no brains? It’s enough if she gets herself into Mr. Clinton’s bad books, but why must she drag me along? Just because she looks pretty and has a good family background, she thinks every man will fall for her? She’s thinking too highly of herself! Ugh, she should know her place! Does she really believe that Mr. Clinton will fall for someone like her? Even a fool knows that would never happen! Such a brainless woman! Get hated by Mr. Clinton alone; don’t get others involved!

Indignation raged within her. She could not believe that she was implicated and, as a result, suffered several rounds of reprimands from Oscar just because of Isabella’s actions.

A woman like her deserves to be taught a lesson so that she’ll know that not all men would fall for her pretense! She shouldn’t act as she pleases just because she has a privileged background!

The extremely aggrieved Linda had a lot of grumbles inside her, yet there was nothing she could do except glower at Isabella and close the door behind her after leaving the room.

smile broadened as she assumed

your work.” Still holding onto the lunchbox she specially prepared at home, she walked

leave now. The

you. Look at the number of blisters I got from the oil spatters while learning to cook for you. Please eat some? I’ve put in a lot of effort to

only grew

Don’t make me repeat myself. And in the future, don’t enter

“Oscar, this is my gesture of goodwill. Eat a bit, will you? On the account that I’ve hurt myself while learning to cook for you, eat some of it. Otherwise, I’ll cry before you

coquettish and meek acting would have long softened their hearts. Their relationship would perhaps even have gotten to the next level. That said, it was a pity Oscar only had

way you’re acting now disgusts me. Take your lunchbox with you and leave. Also, head

the

did

and life. You’ve succeeded in making me feel disgusted. Take it that I’m pleading you; please

one day. Anyway, I’ve put in lots of

out of Oscar’s office, her countenance did a one-eighty. Gone was the pitiful expression, and what replaced it was a grim one. The resentment and anger in her eyes

lunchbox left on the table, Oscar called Linda in and ordered, “Throw that

and picked it up from the table. “Mr. Clinton, is

Isabella get anywhere near my office in the future, Linda. I don’t see the need for you to remain in the company if

politely replied, “Yes, Mr. Clinton. I’ll be wary in the future and strive not

“You may leave first.”

replied, “Then I’ll get back to work,

gave a light

least bit. He soon got back on track and drowned himself in work for several hours, which only came

little repulsed by Olivia’s random calls as it had disrupted his otherwise peaceful

pick up the call, he was left with no other choice because Olivia was way more persistent than he would have expected. She had dialed over ten consecutive calls, leaving him with a seemingly ceaseless ringtone that

Oscar muttered as he massaged

work? Come straight to the Clinton residence. I

I’ll find some time to visit after I clear my work. If

back here, right

still busy with work. Actually, I won’t head back tonight. I’ll just spend my night at

you trying to get out of this by giving me excuses? Come back here

you’ve misunderstood. I’ve always respected you. As such, I hope I can receive your love

else don’t call me ‘Mom’ from now

threats to action and hurt herself. Thus, after packing the necessary items he needed for

into the living room at the residence, he greeted his parents, completely neglecting the existence of Isabella and Stephanie, who