CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 153: ASKING ANABELLE FOR HELP

Isaac Sutton was also watching the live broadcast.

On the screen, Clara Sterling was held in Silas Sheffield’s embrace, in a protective posture.

Upon hearing Silas Sheffield say, "We are a true couple deeply in love, destined to grow old together," a cold glint flashed in Isaac Sutton’s eyes.

Ha, grow old together?

He wouldn’t allow it!

Clara was his; she could only grow old with him!

Seeing Clara Sterling later respond to the camera with calm and confidence, Isaac Sutton gazed at her with an obsessive longing.

Clara was becoming more beautiful, her skin as white as mutton-fat jade, her eyes like little hooks that light up his heart.

Her response had an edge to it, different from the gentle girl he once knew, making her even more confident and captivating.

Isaac Sutton stared at the screen, an obsessive light in his eyes.

Clara, his Clara...

He would definitely win her back!

The phone rang.

Isaac Sutton looked at the caller ID, and his gaze turned cold.

Thea Tate spread rumors about Clara and Julian Hawthorne, tarnishing Clara’s reputation, something he didn’t endorse.

But now they were partners, and Sutton Group needed Thea Tate’s covert support, so he couldn’t fall out with her over this.

Isaac Sutton answered the call, Thea Tate’s voice urgent and angry, "How’s your preparation going? Are you confident?"

She must have just seen Clara’s live broadcast too and seemed quite upset.

Isaac Sutton replied calmly, "It’s pretty much ready. The press conference announcement is out; I’ll hold it on the ninth, ahead of the Sheffield Group."

Thea Tate sternly said, "This press conference must succeed, no failures allowed!"

"I know, don’t worry."

...

When Clara Sterling faced the camera, her eyes were full of arrogance, as if disregarding the person behind the rumors.

Her aura and charisma impressed all the reporters.

Back in the car, Clara Sterling felt relieved.

Silas Sheffield twisted open a bottle of mineral water and handed it over, "You did great just now."

Clara Sterling took the water, took a sip, and smiled, "Because with you by my side, I feel secure."

Silas Sheffield’s gaze was gentle, "You’ve been exhausted lately; go home and have a good rest."

"What about you?"

"The company has an important new product launch in a few days, so I’ll be very busy. I have to return to the company for a meeting soon."

"Okay, what time will you be back tonight?" Clara Sterling said, "I’ll have dinner ready and wait for you at home."

Silas Sheffield replied, "Around ten tonight."

"That’s so late..."

"If you’re hungry, eat first; no need to wait purposely for me."

"How about I prepare dinner and bring it to your office?" Clara Sterling’s eyes, as clear as spring water, looked at Silas Sheffield brightly, "Would that be convenient?"

Silas Sheffield’s eyes flickered, he nodded, "That would be convenient."

"Okay." Clara Sterling smiled and pursed her lips.

...

Back home, Clara Sterling received a call from Anabelle Spencer.

"I just saw the interview, babe, you were brilliant!" Anabelle’s tone was excited, "Your speech was so cool! Did you find out who the person behind the rumors is?"

Clara Sterling changed into slippers and walked towards the living room sofa while talking on the phone, "The one identified was Jonah Shaw, but he’s just a scapegoat; I suspect Thea Tate is the one causing trouble behind the scenes."

Anabelle Spencer fumed, "If you need any help, just let me know; we can’t let this slide when she’s bullying you like this."

Clara Sterling thought for a moment and said, "I actually do need your help. The surveillance was destroyed, said to be hacked by someone destructive. I want you to check Thea Tate’s connections to see if she knows any good hackers."

"No problem, I’ll take care of it."

After a pause, Anabelle added, "By the way, why not have your husband investigate? His resources and connections are much better than mine."

"I haven’t had the chance to tell him yet; you investigate first. He’s very busy, rushed back to a meeting at the company right after dinner; I’ll explain it to him face-to-face tonight."

"All right, I’ll find someone to look into it for you first."

"Thanks, Anabelle."

"Don’t mention it. When do you have time to hang out?"

Clara Sterling replied, "I’m free; I’m not busy now. It depends on your schedule."

"How about the day after tomorrow, Saturday? I’ll ask Lisa to join too."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Clara Sterling went online to search for the recent interview.

The media worked quickly; the interview video was already edited and posted on major video platforms.

It was trending hotly before, widely discussed, and once the interview video was put out, it quickly garnered thousands of comments and shares.

Clara Sterling clicked on a video.

The video began with Silas Sheffield holding her in one arm and shielding the camera with the other.

There were a few lines of bullet comments scrolling by in that scene.

[President Sheffield’s protective posture is fantastic, a true love at first sight. It’s nothing like a contractual marriage.]

[President Sheffield and his wife are really a perfect couple!]

The first part was Silas Sheffield answering journalists’ questions facing the camera.

Bullet comments were shouting "I’m in love," "perfect match," "so handsome," and some even referred to Silas Sheffield as their "husband"...

Of course, there were some criticizing her, but she didn’t pay much attention to those, focusing instead on watching Silas Sheffield beneath the camera.

The man’s figure was tall, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, his eyes under gold-rimmed glasses sharp and profound, exuding a distant persona.

His incredibly superior face appeared flawless at every angle on camera, dazzlingly handsome even without any beauty filters.

As soon as he spoke, his cool and magnetic voice gained him a large fan base, with bullet comments densely crowded, praising his handsomeness and the charm of his voice.

[Ahhhh, his handsomeness is overwhelming, and his voice is just too good! When will I find such a husband?]

[President Sheffield, kill me! Help, I’m going to faint from his handsomeness!]

[Jealous is an understatement here; when will such good fortune be mine?]

[His looks defy nature, is there truly such a handsome man in reality? Why haven’t I met one?]

[Tall, handsome, rich, good-looking, and so doting on his wife—this is beyond a drama plot! President Sheffield is impressive!]

When the camera turned to Clara Sterling, the bullet comments were equally lively.

[But honestly, Mrs. Sheffield’s looks are flawless; she’s stunning!]

[Mrs. Sheffield and President Sheffield match so well together regarding looks; they make a perfect pair.]

[Mrs. Sheffield’s appearance is pleasant; she seems like a good person. I believe she’s innocent!]

[Haha, some people let their values sway with their views, what’s the use of being pretty? Just a vase.]

[The person in front, I can sense the sourness from across the screen.]

...

This video held great significance for Clara Sterling, and she downloaded it to her phone.

Exiting the video, Clara Sterling received a WhatsApp message from Sophie Sheffield.

Sophie Sheffield: [Way to go, babe!]

Clara Sterling: [You saw the interview video too?]

Sophie Sheffield: [I saw it. You and my brother really are a perfect match. By the way, Clara, all those accounts spreading rumors online have been permanently banned, and not even those with many followers were spared.]

Clara Sterling: [They deserved it.]

After chatting with Sophie Sheffield, Clara Sterling tossed her phone aside and quietly read her book.

In a few days, she also plans to visit her teacher and his wife.