Chapter 29 Smack! That Was the Sound of a Slap to the Face
They want Clarissa to lead the project? Jonathan’s gaze sharpened instantly.
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“Mr. Chapman and the others agreed to it, too!” Zack’s expression could only be described as grim. The last thing he wanted was for Jonathan and Clarissa to get tangled up again.
The senior executives quickly jumped in. “Sir, this isn’t on us. Mr. Lawson has a lot of respect for Miss Chandler and assumed she was part of the company. He insisted that she be the one to lead the project–we couldn’t exactly refuse him.”
Seamus had deep connections in the military, political, and business worlds. The contract was being fought over by countless companies, and they had finally secured the chance to sign it. They couldn’t afford to let it fall through now. Besides, they were the ones who originally told Seamus that Clarissa was a company intern–how could they suddenly admit now that she wasn’t even employed there? That would be flat–out deception.
“Ridiculous!” Jonathan’s expression was thunderous. “Why did you drag Clarissa into this?”
“Sir, we really didn’t have a choice…”
“Exactly. Given the circumstances back then, there was no way to reject it!” The executives nodded furiously.
Jonathan’s tone grew even colder. “Give me his number. I’ll explain it to him myself.”
“Mr. Jefferson! You can’t do that right now!” the execs said in a panic. “If you tell Mr. Lawson that Miss Chandler isn’t part of the company, that’s basically admitting we lied to him last time!”
“Last time. Miss Chandler was the one who helped us salvage the deal with Mr. Lawson,” one of them added cautiously. “Maybe she’ll be willing to help us again? Sir, why don’t you send her a WhatsApp message first? Try to talk things through… Maybe even meet up with her–just to smooth things over. She might say yes!”
Jonathan fell silent. Just when he had resolutely blocked Clarissa’s number.
At the Chandler Mansion, Clarissa hung up the phone, her heart sinking.
That was brutal of Jonathan. No more contact from now on… Not even on WhatsApp. I can’t ever step foot into Jefferson Group either… Is this… really the end for me and Jonathan?
Feeling heavy, she walked downstairs.
Selina was on the couch, flipping through a medical book. Her dream was to become the apprentice of Christopher the Miracle Worker. In just a few days, it would be time for the IU Clinical Match, and the top scorer would get a chance to meet the doctor himself.
Penelope sat beside her, looking on with doting affection. But when she saw Clarissa come downstairs, her expression soured. This girl spends all day locked up in her room, doing who knows what–no ambition at all. She’ll never measure up to Selina.
“Clare, you’re down! Come here!” Frederick, who was busy picking lottery numbers on his phone, waved her over excitedly. “Help your old man pick a number. Which one should I go for?”
Frederick never had lofty goals in life–he just liked scratching lottery tickets. Even though the Chandlers had enough money to last several lifetimes, he still found joy in the thrill of gambling.
“Forty–nine.” Clarissa glanced at the screen. What a coincidence–she remembered that exact number had won in her past life. Two hundred million, no less.
“Alright, alright, 49 it is. He grinned from ear to ear. “My daughter’s pick–guaranteed win!”
“This girl’s already unmotivated enough, and you’re still encouraging her,” Penelope snapped. “And don’t even get me started on George. I can’t believe he actually listened to her and brought bodyguards to the construction site.”
The media had caught the whole scene on camera. Many netizens criticized George for being arrogant and self–important- who brought that many bodyguards just to inspect a construction site? His public image took a serious hit.
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Chapter 29 Smack! That Was the Sound of a Slap to the Face
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“Clare was just looking out for him.” Frederick chuckled. “Better safe than sorry, right? You never know when someone might cause trouble.”
“How could anyone cause trouble?” Selina looked up from her book and gave Clarissa a smile. “Dad, you and Clare worry too much. It’s not like we live in the dark ages–what kind of trouble could possibly happen-”
“Trouble! Mr. George’s in trouble!”
