CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 155: WEARING A GREEN HAT

So he decided to find the right time to secretly record a segment and insert it into the software.

Of course, he didn’t realize that doing so actually went against Clara Bennett’s original intentions.

For Clara Bennett, the most important and longed-for thing right now was to keep listening to William Foster’s voice.

When she put on the headphones again, and William Foster’s familiar voice drifted into her ears once more, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace and contentment.

Especially when he spoke sweet nothings in that gentle tone, Clara found herself utterly captivated.

However, just at that moment, she suddenly realized that the girl speaking wasn’t herself, but another unfamiliar voice.

For a moment, an odd feeling surged in Clara’s heart, like...

William Foster was talking to another woman behind her back.

Ah, this...

Was truly an unacceptable situation.

Instantly, she felt like her husband was having an affair.

Really, making herself a cuckold.

Clara stifled a laugh, found her own voice on the phone, and switched it back.

She lightly pressed the confirmation button, with a faint sense of anticipation for what might happen next.

Soon after, her phone played the sound of herself and William Foster exchanging sweet words, the entire dialogue filled with tender nothings, making everything sound extraordinarily warm.

Clara blushed uncontrollably.

Truly embarrassing.

Next to her, George Taylor glanced at her expression. Upon noticing the blush on her face, his heart couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

His assistant often mentioned that he was seldom moved by others’ beauty; yet, seeing Clara like this, he was once again captivated.

It turns out he wasn’t completely immune to appearances, just had different standards usually.

After getting off the plane, Clara received a WeChat message from William Foster. Opening it, she saw her handsome husband intently playing the piano in the video.

His fingers danced lightly across the keys, each note played with exquisite precision.

Clara hadn’t even removed her headphones, and the melodious piano sound seeped into her ears, as if it were music from the heavens.

A moving piece, "Diana by the Water," began to play, softening everything around her.

This song tells the story of the ancient Greek king, Alexander Prescott, who sculpted a statue of a young girl named Diana and fell deeply in love with it. Touched by Cupid, the statue was granted life.

From then on, the king and the beautiful girl lived happily ever after together.

Clearly, William Foster was using this to praise her beauty.

Clara’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, evidently both surprised and slightly shy by the video.

George Taylor looked back and saw her peach-blossomed complexion, his heart beating a few paces faster.

He swallowed slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end, he kept silent.

Within his heart rose complex emotions, combining admiration with a tinge of helplessness.

The wind tousled her long hair, a few strands falling onto her cheeks.

Watching this scene, George Taylor stepped forward, intending to help tidy her disheveled hair.

Clara instinctively turned off her phone and quickly evaded his hand: "Is something the matter?"

George, as if awakening from a dream, responded: "Oh, I saw you weren’t moving forward, did something happen?"

Clara pocketed her phone and removed her headphones: "Nothing, just suddenly thought of a line I couldn’t quite remember, got distracted."

Her voice was calm and natural, as if speaking of something trivial, yet inside her, emotions surged intensely.

She thought to herself: Just now, I was truly mesmerized by beauty.

William Foster said she was like Diana, but Clara thought, actually, William seemed more like that.

She couldn’t help but laugh at herself, thinking William’s words, although somewhat exaggerated, were indeed amusing.

How can he be so handsome?

Playing the piano blindfolded with a ribbon, he was like a pianist prince from a fairy tale.

Remembering that scene, Clara’s heart quickened its pace.

She even suspected William knew doing so increased his charm, deliberately covering his eyes, seemingly just to attract her attention.

This feeling made her excited yet slightly uneasy.

George Taylor, walking beside her, hadn’t noticed that Clara was filled with thoughts of another man. He merely had a vague feeling that, though they hadn’t spent much time together, he had developed some special sentiment toward this little fan.

George’s gaze carried a hint of tenderness, but Clara’s mind wasn’t on him at all.

As soon as she reached the hotel, Clara immediately contacted William Foster.

She was eager to see that charming presence again, even if just through text exchanges, enough to put her in a pleasant mood.

However, after sending a message, she received no quick reply.

William Foster only responded later, saying he was busy and would message back later.

Those few words left Clara a bit surprised.

Every time she reached out to William Foster, his responses were always swift, as if he were perpetually on standby.

Hearing that he was busy caught Clara off guard for a moment.

"Turns out he’s quite busy too..." Clara murmured softly.

Her words carried a tinge of helplessness and confusion, but she also realized that everyone has their own matters to attend to, William Foster included.

Indeed, William Foster was occupied.

Busy discussing cooperation matters with the Bennett brothers.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was heated, with everyone appearing very focused.

Edward Bennett stated: "We actually don’t need additional investments on our end, but you make a valid point. Becoming partners might also aid in our marriage arrangement."

Edward’s words revealed his expectations for future cooperation and his commitment to this collaboration.

William Foster responded: "I think so too. There’s nothing more straightforward than proving my sincerity towards Clara with something tangible. Transferring a portion of the shares to your family also acts as a constraint on me."

This approach not only allowed the other party to see his sincerity but also established a foundation of trust between them.

Then, James Bennett asked: "The reason we personally came to discuss this matter is mainly to confirm that you can smoothly transfer that 2% of shares? No opposition?"

While the question seemed simple, its implications were profoundly significant.

After all, changes in equity, especially for a company of such scale, are not minor affairs.

Even though the percentage appears small, for a large family, even a 1% value is immeasurable.

This involves not just a massive economic benefit but represents influence and status in decision-making.

Therefore, even the smallest percentage can significantly alter the entire situation.

"I make my own decisions, and others shouldn’t interfere, so there won’t be any trouble."

William Foster explained.

His tone was firm and confident, without any hesitation or doubt.

This was his absolute confidence in his ability and position.

If the Foster family heard these words, they’d probably be enraged.