Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 90 A Meeting With Jennifer,Love You Enough to Leave You

Oscar gave her a grim look, saying, “Ms. Larson, you’re prettier than I imagined, but I detest your character. I don’t like women like you. You’re miles behind Amelia.” Jennifer’s lovely face turned menacing. “Jennifer, the reason I called you here today was to warn you not to touch Amelia. I won’t permit anyone to interfere with my marriage. Whether she cheats on me or divorces me is my own affair. Mind your own business. The Larsons may have a strong base overseas, but they are nothing compared to the Clintons here. Get this into your head,” Oscar threatened. Jennifer gaped at Oscar incredulously.

“Mr. Clinton, what’s so good about Amelia? You’ve seen the photos, yet you’re still willing to let her stay by your side?” “Ms. Larson, that’s between Amelia and me. I don’t have to explain anything to you,” Oscar replied icily. Jennifer crossed her arms, scoffing, “Who would’ve thought that a prominent figure, like yourself, would still be tied to your wife’s apron strings?” “You don’t have to concern yourself with me,” Oscar retorted. “Watch out for yourself. If these photos are leaked, you know what the consequences are.” Jennifer snickered. “Don’t worry, Mr. Clinton. I’m not that clueless.

But in terms of mutual compatibility, I think Cassie Yard’s a more suitable match for you. You’ve known Cassie for so many years, almost got married, and now she’s even carrying your child! Wouldn’t you say your destiny is more aligned with Cassie’s than Amelia’s?” Oscar’s face darkened. “How do you know Cassie?” Jennifer took a sip of her tea and made as if to speak. Just then, the door opened, and a few handsome waiters swarmed into the room. They quickly filled the table with multiple dishes. “Mr. Clinton, Ms. Larson, the food you ordered has arrived. Please enjoy your meal,” one of the young men said politely.

Oscar picked out a couple of bills from his wallet and handed them to the waiter. “Your tip.” The young man who had spoken received them and thanked Oscar profusely. “Thank you. Mr. Clinton. If there are no other requests, we’ll head back downstairs.” Oscar nodded. After the waiters had made their exit, Jennifer remarked, “Mr. Clinton, you sure are magnanimous towards working-class folk.” “How do you know Cassie?” Like a dog with a bone, Oscar refused to let Jennifer change the subject. “I don’t know Cassie; I merely didn’t see what was so fantastic about Amelia, so I went about my own investigation into the matter.

Jennifer replied snarkily. “Don’t you dare touch Cassie either, or I’ll see that you regret it,” Oscar warned. Jennifer shrugged. “Don’t worry, Mr. Clinton. I’ve got nothing against Ms. Yard. Don’t you think that it’s a little greedy of you, trying to have the best of both worlds, though? It’s rather uncommon to see someone

marriage,” he declared. Having said his piece, Oscar stalked off, leaving Jennifer alone with a table full of untouched dishes. Jennifer laughed scornfully, then slammed her fist onto the table with a resounding thud. She muttered hatefully, “Amelia, you’re an absolute vixen! You’ve got Carter protecting you, and even after seeing those shameful photos of yours, Oscar has even stepped up his defense of you. Why? Why?” Jennifer had never imagined that the effort she’d spent humiliating Amelia, and expelling her from the Clintons,

their depth here. Their tremendous power and influence overseas was ultimately no match for the Clintons’ home advantage. Jennifer didn’t want to risk angering Oscar, who might force the untimely retreat of the Larsons back home with their tails between their legs. Jennifer liked Carter. She had planned to foster strong connections here, facilitating the import of their company’s products and easing their entry

accomplished that, she had to be wary of displeasing Oscar. Jennifer couldn’t let all her efforts thus far go to waste. “You’re lucky, Amelia. However, there is no way I will allow you to steal Carter away from me. He’s mine,” Jennifer declared emphatically. She picked up her bag and left. The sumptuous dishes remained on

previous night, Oscar couldn’t deny that anxiety had risen unbidden in his throat. At that moment, the

but he remained at the window staring in for the longest time. All of a sudden, his phone rang shrilly with a call from Olivia. A moment later, the door of the room was wrenched open from the inside. Olivia stood in the doorway, asking, “Oscar, why didn’t you come in? Amelia’s waited for you the whole day. Quick, come in.” Oscar felt as though he had been thoroughly exposed. However, his embarrassment was barely indiscernible on his solemn face. “Mom.” “Come in then! What are you

wake. Tiffany’s smile had faded when Oscar entered the room. She picked up her things and said, “Mrs. Clinton, I have some unfinished drafts that my editor is harassing me over. I’ll leave to do them. Please take good care of Amelia. If you’re busy, give me a call.” Olivia smiled genially. “You’ve cared for Amelia the whole day and gone

a move first then.” Olivia nodded. Tiffany turned to Amelia. “Babe, call

Oscar looked over at

to take good care of her. I won’t forgive you if anything happens to her or the baby.” Oscar nodded obediently. Olivia turned back to Amelia and said, “Amelia, I’ll be off then. Don’t think too much about the photographs. I’ll deal with that. Your priority now is to take care of yourself and the baby. The Clintons still have the ability to handle a few photographs, I’m sure.” Amelia gratefully replied, “Thank you, Mom.” Olivia patted Amelia on the head fondly, then remarked, “Have a good rest. Don’t overthink.