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.

Isabella was feeling delighted internally at Oscar’s differential treatment. Her smile broadened as she assumed she had a special place

before you continue with your work.” Still holding onto the lunchbox she specially prepared at home,

great fit for you, you can always leave now. The company hires you in hopes

I want is for you to eat what I’ve specially cooked for you. Look

gaze only

the door and ordered, “Get out. Don’t make me repeat myself. And in the future, don’t enter my office without my

on his desk before she said in a pitiful tone, “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

man, Isabella’s coquettish and meek acting would have long softened their hearts. Their relationship would perhaps even have gotten to the next level. That said, it

to go against my principles of not hitting women. The way you’re acting now disgusts me. Take your lunchbox with you and leave. Also, head

aback by the

what did you just

women like you. Besides, your actions are affecting my work and life. You’ve succeeded in making me feel disgusted. Take it that I’m pleading you; please take

over heels with you. Trust me—you’ll fall in love with me one day. Anyway, I’ve put in lots of effort to prepare this lunchbox, so show some

However, once she was 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

Oscar called Linda in and ordered, “Throw that out

the table.

anywhere near my office in the future, Linda. I don’t see the need for

Clinton. I’ll be wary in the future

“You may leave first.”

“Then I’ll get back to work,

a light nod

trivial episode did not seem to affect Oscar for the least bit. He soon got back on track and drowned himself in work for several hours, which

brows. He felt somewhat a little repulsed by Olivia’s random calls as it had disrupted his otherwise peaceful and quiet

he was left with no other choice because Olivia was way more persistent than he would have expected. She had dialed

Oscar muttered as he

Come straight to the Clinton residence. I have something to tell you.” Olivia sounded extremely

some matters, so I don’t think I can head back anytime soon. I’ll find some time to visit after I clear my work. If it’s anything urgent,

back here,

suppressed his anger and answered, “Mom, stop it. I’m not lying; I’m still busy with

giving me excuses? Come back here immediately. Otherwise, I can’t

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

back now. Or else don’t call me ‘Mom’ from now

compromised. He was afraid that Olivia would put her threats to action and hurt herself. Thus, after packing the

Mom.” Upon stepping foot into the living room at the residence, he greeted his parents, completely neglecting the