Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 94: Could President Hawthorne Have His Eyes on Clara Sterling?
President Sullivan was shocked internally.
Discussing cooperation?
My goodness, for a small company like theirs, being able to cooperate with a subsidiary of Sheffield Group is already a lucky break.
If he, as a General Manager, could get a departmental director from Sheffield to discuss cooperation, that would be already quite respectful.
What qualifies him for the President of Sheffield Group to personally come discuss cooperation?
President Sullivan sat down next to Silas Sheffield with a head full of sweat.
Sylvia Yeats was internally delighted.
Initially, she was very happy just to see Julian Hawthorne, but never expected to also meet Silas Sheffield, the president of Sheffield Group!
Coming here today was definitely the right move.
Silas Sheffield wore a black shirt and trousers, his eyes were deep and his face stern, exuding a strong aura, completely different from Julian Hawthorne.
Although Silas Sheffield had high looks, compared to him, Sylvia Yeats still preferred men like Julian Hawthorne, who were gentle as jade.
Silas Sheffield was too cold, giving people a sense of unattainable height. Moreover, she was self-aware enough to know that he probably wouldn’t be interested in her.
Julian Hawthorne was easier to pursue.
President Sullivan handed the menu to Silas Sheffield, "President Sheffield, please order first."
Silas Sheffield ordered several dishes according to Clara’s taste and placed the menu back on the table.
After he finished ordering, President Sullivan passed the menu to Julian Hawthorne.
As Julian Hawthorne was ordering, he instinctively asked Clara Sterling beside him in a low voice, "What do you like to eat?"
Anabelle Spencer was sitting close, and upon hearing Julian Hawthorne’s question, she glanced sideways at Julian Hawthorne and Clara Sterling with a gossiping smile on her face.
Clara Sterling didn’t expect Julian Hawthorne to suddenly ask her, she replied quietly, "I’m okay with anything, President Hawthorne."
Julian Hawthorne asked again, "Do you like spicy food?"
Crestwood people love spicy food.
Clara nodded, "Yes, I do."
Clara was not picky with food, she loved spicy food and also liked light dishes like steamed fish and boiled shrimp.
Julian Hawthorne ordered a couple of spicy dishes and several other business dishes.
Across from them, Silas Sheffield looked coolly at Julian Hawthorne, his long, pale fingers lightly tapping the table edge unconsciously.
After ordering, President Sullivan took the initiative to mention the cooperation matter.
Silas Sheffield’s expression remained cold.
His assistant, Zachary Lynch, smiled and said, "President Sullivan, you can discuss the cooperation matter with President Hawthorne."
This was implying not to disturb Silas Sheffield.
President Sullivan awkwardly took a sip of tea and turned to chat with Julian Hawthorne.
Sylvia Yeats listened from the side, occasionally chiming in.
As Julian Hawthorne spoke, she kept her eyes fixed on him, her eyes glowing brightly.
Anabelle Spencer instantly discerned Sylvia Yeats’ interest in Julian Hawthorne. She smiled inwardly, thinking, you’re out of luck, President Hawthorne likes Clara.
After the dishes were served, the cooperation discussion was mostly concluded.
Julian Hawthorne told Clara Sterling, "Bring the contract to the exhibition tomorrow for President Sullivan to sign."
Clara replied, "Okay, President Hawthorne."
With the dishes served, everyone started eating.
Clara hadn’t eaten much in the morning, having focused on catching up on sleep on the plane, and now her stomach was empty. Most of the dishes on the table were ones she loved, so she concentrated on eating.
This restaurant’s twice-cooked pork was delicious, and Clara took several servings.
Suddenly, she was choked by the chili oil and grabbed a napkin to turn aside and cough a couple of times.
"Are you okay?" Julian Hawthorne’s gentle voice sounded at her side.
"Cough cough..." Clara coughed.
Julian Hawthorne poured a cup of warm water, handed it over, and lightly patted Clara’s back, his tone gentle, "Take it slow."
"Thank you." Clara accepted the cup and took a sip.
Across the table, Silas Sheffield held a wine glass, his fingers pale and slender, prominently defined.
Though he was drinking, his gaze was fixed on Julian Hawthorne’s hand that had patted Clara’s back, his eyes carrying a chill.
Julian Hawthorne had already withdrawn his hand, but Silas Sheffield kept staring at it.
Moments later, Silas Sheffield withdrew his gaze, gently set down the glass, his face taut and expression cold.
Everyone else had been temporarily drawn to Clara’s coughing, thus failing to notice Silas Sheffield’s expression.
Only Zachary Lynch, beside Silas Sheffield, noticed.
Zachary dared not make a sound.
Having worked beside Silas Sheffield for years, he understood Silas Sheffield’s temperament.
Just by looking at his eyes, he knew their president was angry, merely suppressing his fury.
Though he kept a smooth exterior, beneath he was close to losing his temper.
Zachary’s forehead was slick with cold sweat as he glanced hopelessly at Julian Hawthorne and Clara Sterling.
My goodness, could President Hawthorne be interested in Clara Sterling?
She’s supposed to be our president’s spouse.
Might President Hawthorne face dismissal from Sheffield Group when he returns to Veridian?
Tsk, President Hawthorne, best of luck.
After Clara drank two sips of warm water, she felt much better.
Being choked by chili oil was quite unpleasant. Earlier she was too occupied with coughing and drinking water, completely unaware of Silas Sheffield’s gaze from across.
Julian Hawthorne offering her water could be understood as normal concern between colleagues.
However, the patting of her back made her a bit uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Julian Hawthorne just gently patted twice before withdrawing. It was only a gesture of goodwill with no other implications.
Clara couldn’t object much.
She wasn’t narcissistic enough to think all men were interested in her, so Clara didn’t take this small episode to heart.
Anabelle Spencer next to her wore a gossipy smile, thinking the couple she ships might work out after all!
Unconscious concern is the most touching!
When Clara was choked earlier, President Hawthorne went and patted her back in front of everyone.
Tsk tsk tsk, President Hawthorne is impressive.
Yes, that’s the way to go, taking the initiative leads to progress.
Go President Hawthorne, I’m rooting for you!
Sylvia Yeats furrowed her brows slightly, questioning if the girl beside Julian Hawthorne was just a mere assistant.
During the meal, everyone harbored different thoughts.
After the meal, the two groups bid farewell at the restaurant entrance.
Sylvia Yeats walked up to Julian Hawthorne, shyly opened the WhatsApp QR code. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
"President Hawthorne, could we exchange contacts? It’ll make cooperation easier in the future."
"Sure." Julian Hawthorne didn’t think much of it, assuming it was purely for cooperative exchange, and agreed.
Successfully added on WhatsApp, Sylvia Yeats felt sweet inside.
The next step would be to strike up chats and share daily activities.
Sylvia Yeats and President Sullivan left.
The hotel had arranged a driver to pick up Silas Sheffield.
Silas Sheffield raised his eyes towards Clara, "Come along."
Julian Hawthorne pressed his lips in a firm line, "No need, President Sheffield, I’ve ordered a car."
Silas Sheffield maintained a cold face, not speaking, his gaze fixed on Clara.
