With a nod of her head, his secretary put down the lunchbox and left, closing the door behind her.

Sitting down, Oscar opened the lunchbox and saw that it was filled with his favorite food. When he was about to take a bite, his phone rang.

After picking up the call, a man was heard saying, “Mr. Clinton, I’ve found out who the sender is. The parcel was sent by a middle-aged man in his forties. I found this man, and he told me that a young woman paid him to send the parcel. He doesn’t know that woman, but I drew a portrait based on his descriptions and looked into it. I found out that she’s the daughter of the Larsons. Her details have been emailed to you.”

“Alright. I’ll get someone to transfer the payment to you in a while,” replied Oscar.

“Mr. Clinton, it’s nice to work with you as you’re generous with the pay. Remember to find me whenever you need.”

“Sure. I’m hanging up.”

“Bye.”

After the phone call, Oscar no longer had the appetite to eat. Returning to his office, he turned on his computer and logged into his email. As he looked through the information that was sent to him, the look in his eyes changed. “Jennifer Larson?” he muttered to himself.

He had never met Jennifer, nor did he hear of Larson Group. Larson Group did not have much presence in the domestic market as their main business was abroad, where they were one of the biggest family-owned businesses.

However, Larson Group had never had any conflict of interest with Clinton Corporations, so Oscar did not understand why Jennifer would hire someone to take photos of Amelia. He began to wonder if it was purely a prank or a move targeting Clinton Corporations.

Taking out his phone, he called Sam and said, “Sam, get me the phone number of Jennifer Larson.”

“Mr. Clinton, have you fallen for this beautiful girl? I have to admit that she’s gorgeous, but you have a wife already, so you shouldn’t be such a playboy.”

“Cut the nonsense, Sam. Just tell me if you can do that. If you can’t, I’ll get someone else to do it. I don’t like talking to a piece of trash.”

“Alright, alright. You want her phone number, right? Gimme ten minutes. I can surely get it for you, but you have to pay me more, or else I won’t do it. After all, I run the risk of being discovered by Amelia. If she found out, don’t tell her that I give you the number.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re noisy, Sam?” After that, Oscar directly hung up the phone.

After about ten minutes, his phone vibrated. Taking a look at the phone, he saw the phone number sent by Sam, followed by a message that read: Mr. Clinton, big news. Amelia and this woman work in the same company. You need to be careful while screwing around. Don’t let Amelia catch you red-handed.

The look in Oscar’s eyes changed as he muttered, “The same company?”

Smirking, he added, “It seems that I really need to meet this Jennifer Larson.”

He called the number he had just obtained. When the call was answered, he asked, “May I speak to Ms. Jennifer Larson?”

Finding it strange, Jennifer took a look at the unknown number before replying, “Speaking. May I know who this is?”

“You actually have no idea who I am after having sent the photos to me?”

Jennifer’s heart was instantly in her mouth as she did not expect that Oscar Clinton would be able to find her in such a short time.

some kind of joke? I don’t know you, Sir, and I don’t know what photos you’re talking about. If there

you to talk about why you wanted to take photos of my wife. Although we the Clintons aren’t the richest in the world, we still have the ability to make a company go bankrupt. The main business of you Larsons is abroad, so you’re basically like a dead lion here,” said

“Oh, it’s Mr. Clinton. Shouldn’t you thank me after I got someone to

can bully my woman. No outsider

seems that the relationship between you and

at six in the evening. I hope that you can come, Ms. Larson. Otherwise, I don’t mind making it hard for the

of their business was not in Chanaea. If she really offended the Clintons,

of course, I have to go. I’ll arrive on time at six. Hopefully, you won’t stand me

I don’t like to be kept

can also be there on time. Men should act

hanging

for a while, he left the office and said to one of the secretaries, “Linda, go to unit 601 of block B in the Pinnacle Garden later, and go for a prenatal checkup with Ms. Yard. Tell her that I can’t go with her because I’m still in a meeting. Report the result of the checkup to me when you come

asked, “Boss, may I know

a smart person. You’ll know what you should know. As for those you shouldn’t know, you should stay

hurriedly apologized, “I’m

Oscar nodded.

there to take her to the hospital at three o’clock. Just tell her I can’t go because I’m

Boss. I promise to complete the task properly and not

where the delegation was already seated. Taking his seat, he

soon entered into negotiations. After several hours of talks, they finally compromised and reached an

and extended his hand, saying, “Mr. Clinton, we’re pleased to work with you and Clinton Corporations. I’m very much looking forward to our upcoming

flatter me, Mr. Jones. I’m also looking forward to working together with your

while before the people from Jardin Technologies left the reception room. After getting his staff to send them downstairs,

up. “Mom, Amelia and I haven’t finished our work, so I won’t be going over for dinner tonight.

didn’t you tell me that Amelia is in the

you find out, Mom?” asked Oscar after a momentary

hadn’t called Amelia, would you have planned

to hide it from you. I just didn’t want you to

her alone in the hospital,” Olivia said in an accusing tone. “It’s quite lonely for her to stay in the hospital alone. You

appointment with a client. I’ll go

“Oscar Clinton, if you still want to be my son, come

first. I’ll go over at night.

Olivia fell silent.

mean to disobey you, but I’ve really made

“Alright. Come over after you’re done. Amelia is feeling quite down.

go over as fast as I

hanging up the phone, Oscar furrowed his brow and drove to

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