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

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

if you think Clinton Corporations isn’t a great fit for you, you can always leave now. The company hires you in hopes that you can bring us

Looking at him resentfully and aggrievedly, she stretched her hand out. “Oscar, all I want is for you to eat what I’ve specially cooked for you. Look at the number of blisters I got from the oil

gaze only grew

the door and ordered, “Get out. Don’t make me repeat myself. And in the

said in a pitiful tone, “Oscar, this is my gesture of goodwill. Eat a bit, will you? On the account that

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 was a pity

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

by the man’s words, Isabella

did you just

like you. Besides, your actions are affecting my work and life.

tone, she voiced, “Oscar, you’re cruel. Too bad I’ve fallen head 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 appreciation and eat it even if you don’t like it. I’ll take my leave and head back to work now. And I’ll prove to you that I’m not a useless

a one-eighty. Gone was the pitiful expression, and what replaced it was a grim one. The resentment and anger in her eyes

the lunchbox left on the table, Oscar called Linda in and ordered,

acknowledgment and picked it up from the table. “Mr.

I don’t see the need for

Clinton. I’ll be wary in the future and strive

“You may leave first.”

“Then I’ll get back to work,

a light

got back on track and drowned himself in work for several hours, which only came to a stop when the ringtone from his

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

way more persistent than he would have expected. She had dialed over ten consecutive calls, leaving him with a seemingly ceaseless ringtone that ultimately led him to

muttered as

you gotten off work? Come straight to the Clinton residence. I have something to tell you.” Olivia sounded extremely assertive over

some time to visit

back here,

and answered, “Mom, stop it. I’m not lying; I’m still busy with work. Actually, I won’t head

back here immediately. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what

always respected you. As such, I hope

back now. Or else don’t call me

Thus, after packing the necessary items he needed for work, he rushed to the

foot into the living room at the residence, he greeted his parents, completely neglecting the existence of Isabella and