Chapter 33 If You Dare Speak Ill of My Husband Again, You'll Suffer Worse
Clara Bennett led Simon Carter into the conference room.
The people gathered at Stacy Chen's doorway wore expressions of schadenfreude.
"Manager Stacy just wanted Mr. Carter to say that Clara's ring was made of green glass, but who knew she was wearing a real emerald! In the end, she even took the client away!" someone whispered with a laugh. "Isn't this called losing the battle and the spoils?"
"Ha, more like trying to catch a chicken and losing the rice!"
"Haha..."
Stacy stood frozen, her mind blank, trembling with anger.
She stormed over and slammed the door shut with a resounding bang.
The crowd outside dispersed, but their laughter still echoed throughout the office. People had long been fed up with Stacy's arrogant behavior, but since her uncle was a major shareholder, they had to endure it.
Today, seeing her in such a sorry state, they were secretly delighted.
...
Clara escorted Simon Carter to the company entrance, smiling as she bid him farewell, then gently touched the ring on her finger.
Was it really an emerald?
She smiled, and two small dimples appeared on her cheeks, as if they held all the sweetness in the world.
Thinking about it, since marrying Mason Reed, her luck seemed to have improved significantly. Orders kept coming in, and whenever she was in a crisis, Mason would appear to help her out...
She used to hear fortune tellers say she had the luck to bring prosperity to her husband.
Ha, in reality, it was Mason who brought prosperity to her!
She took a deep breath. It was almost time to leave work, and she planned to make dumplings for her husband tonight.
But as she turned around, she met Stacy's bloodshot eyes.
"Manager Stacy."
Clara greeted her calmly and was about to head upstairs when she heard Stacy's furious taunt from behind.
"Ha, what emerald! Did you steal it from somewhere?"
Clara turned sharply to face her. "What did you say?"
"I said, a man who's been in jail, what hasn't he done? Stealing chickens and dogs?" Stacy continued her aggressive tirade. "Clara, your mental strength is really something! I see you and your husband, one stealing things and the other stealing people, you're a perfect match!"
Clara bit her lip, her face turning pale.
Stacy smirked and deliberately glanced upward. The surveillance camera's red light was on, recording everything that was happening.
In fact, she was quite clever. Every time she provoked Clara, she chose a spot with surveillance, so no matter how outrageous her words were, Clara would remain rational and not resort to violence.
Once Clara laid a hand on her, she would be out of the company for good!
"Junior," Stacy said, looking at her ring, "it's not shameful to be poor, but stealing is unacceptable! Why would a good girl like you marry such a man?"
"Oh, I get it. Men who've been locked up for a long time... their desires are particularly strong, right? Ha, is he especially good, especially satisfying for you?"
Clara took a deep breath. This time, she wasn't going to take it lying down. She looked at Stacy and asked softly, "Senior, can we talk properly?"
Seeing Clara's submissive demeanor, Stacy felt her anger subside a bit. Was she backing down? At least the girl had some sense.
"Senior," Clara continued softly, "the deal with Mr. Carter is yours; I won't compete with you. After it's done, I'll give you all the commission, and it'll be credited to your team. Is that okay?"
Stacy snorted lightly. "At least you know your place!"
"Can we talk somewhere else then? It's too crowded here, and there are some things I can't say."
Stacy agreed and followed her around the company building to a secluded, open area behind it.
Clara looked around. There was a small grove nearby, a hidden spot where no one passed by, and most importantly, no cameras. She had already chosen this "good place" for their conversation.
"Speak quickly!" Stacy still had an air of superiority. "I need to leave work early!"
Clara kept her head down, silent. Stacy sensed something strange in the atmosphere and was about to urge her again when a slap suddenly struck her face! With a loud smack, her cheek instantly burned with pain!
Stacy stared in disbelief, still processing what had happened, when Clara delivered a second forceful slap!
Stacy staggered back and fell to the ground.
"What... what are you doing?" She covered her slapped cheeks, looking at Clara in horror.
Clara stared at her coldly, completely unlike her usual soft and vulnerable self, as if she had donned armor.
She grabbed Stacy by the collar and pulled her up, raising her hand to deliver a third slap. Stacy screamed and instinctively closed her eyes, covering her head with her hands.
Clara's hand hovered in mid-air.
"The first slap was for insulting me!"
"The second slap was for slandering my husband!"
"And this third one..."
"Clara, if you dare hit me again, I'll..."
Before she could finish her threat, Clara delivered a crisp slap.
"The third one is a warning!" Clara said, enunciating each word.
"If you dare speak ill of my husband again, you'll suffer worse!
Don't think I won't fight back! This time, I spared you the public humiliation, but if you dare spread rumors again, I'll make sure everyone sees how your face swells up! "
"If I have to, I'll quit the company. You can go around telling everyone that Clara Bennett hit you. Ha, I'm not afraid to take responsibility for my actions. But if you push me too far, you'll regret it!"