Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 162

Horace?

Clara wondered what he had done to win Sarah's admiration.

Sarah cried excitedly, "There is a video of the journalists interviewing Horace. Watch it! It has been spread to every corner online! He is so COOL!" She thumbed up at Clara in order to show her admiration towards Horace.

Clara picked up her phone and found it a great pity that she had not checked on her phone for a long while because, besides the three calls from Darren, there were also eight missed calls from Horace.

Even though she missed the calls, she still could see what he was going to say as he tried to contact her in such a hurry. She was grateful. Whereas, she did not know how to face him at that moment since she was sorry that the rumors about her might cause him troubles.

In the video, a crowd of journalists interviewed Horace about the rumors online. The whole scene was noisy, chaotic and covered by a growing din.

Clara noticed that, in the video, a crowd of journalists blocked Horace's way into the corporation and kept on questioning him about his attitude towards the hashtags about herself while Isaac was trying to maintain order— it was in total chaos.

Amid the chaos, Horace, although he sat still and quiet in his wheelchair in a calm manner like a delicate ice sculpture, owned an air of authority that indicated that he had the power to put the whole world under control.

A journalist suddenly got rid of the crowd and stepped closer to Horace. He cried, "Mr. Kirkland, please tell us something."

At this, Horace finally turned around and cast a look at that journalist.

The fury in his eyes would scare and make everyone shudder even through the lens.

Clara knew that Horace was definitely pissed, or even furious.

Although he did not shout, nor did he have a dramatic change in his expression, the look in his eyes could quiet all the journalists down like a basin of icy-cold water.

Horace's voice slowly rang to break such a deadly silence.

"I know her better than any of you."

Even though he did not reply in a powerful tone, his seemingly casual words weighed a thousand pounds, forcing all the journalists to hold their breath.

Moreover, even people like Clara who saw this through the screen could feel the power of his answer.

He trusted her no matter how the world had defamed her.

She got a lump in her throat.

She did not believe that she could deserve such trust and care from such a man.

All the anger and pain she had suffered that day were relieved at Horace's words.

At that moment, Clara felt that she had restored her power and positiveness again. No one could hurt her anymore as long as Horace was there with her.

Horace had embraced her with warmth and rescued her sinking heart.

The work of that day finally came to an end amid the rumors. Clara simply tidied up her desk and left GLAM.

She did not want to give any response to those boring comments any more. Since she could not explain the whole story within one or two sentences, she would just give up the effort.

A clean hand wants no washing.

Clara saw Horace's black Bentley parking at the crossroad as soon as she went out of GLAM's door.

He was there to take her home.

Was he there for her because he was afraid that she would be recognized in the subway?

Lost in thought, Clara stood still for a while, not knowing how to face Horace.

She did not move a little until Horace rolled down the car window and greeted her with a low but attractive voice, "Get on or not?"

Clara gave him a smile and then got in the car.

When the door closed, Horace said, "I am sorry that I introduced you to the public in the news conference so hurriedly. I forgot those rumors."

Clara shook her head and said, "It is fine. I am fine since I have gotten used to those rumors. Well, I am sorry that my affair would bring disgrace to you and Solrace Corporation. I'm so afraid that you'll never talk to me again or be angry with me."

"I'm indeed very angry," Horace replied.

Clara looked at her with panic.

He continued, "I'm angry because I didn't protect you well."

Well…

Clara was relieved and smiled, "It's not your fault."

Horace said, "I am investigating the truth."

It took Clara one or two seconds to understand what he meant.

It was high time that they should find out the truth of what had happened two years ago and totally end the rumors.

Whereas, to tell the truth, Clara had been thinking about the truth behind that affair for so many times; yet she could not figure out anything reasonable.

She said, "I have been thinking whether the incident two years ago was the someone's revenge on me or a trick by some undesirables. Why would they do those terrible things to a college student? I once thought that they were Darren's enemies, but that idea was dismissed after we broke up."

At the very beginning, Horace held the similar suppositions, but when the mastermind began to destroy evidence and hide the clues, he realized that it could not be the undesirables but someone who was acquainted with Darren or Clara.

Clara also knew that it could be someone she knew, such as Ashlee and Valerie Bennett. Yet she did not believe that they would hurt her to such an unforgivable extent since they had already shown off enough in front of her.

Besides, there had been neither dealings nor conflicts between Ashlee and her except for several encounters during her university life. It was unreasonable that she hated her so deeply.

A gentle breeze blew in through the window, which made Clara feel a little bit cold, so she sat close to Horace to keep warm.

She had suffered a lot from anger and indignation for a whole day, which made her exhausted. Now, she could finally relax herself since Horace had turned up to support her.

She beamed with a relieved heart. Now their fates had been closely connected together and they would never leave each other alone.

Clara, as meek and cute as a kitten, leaned her head against Horace's shoulder and fell asleep.

The atmosphere in the car was cozy and tranquil. Horace was also relieved when he finally saw Clara.

He looked down at her face in sympathy and also with tender love.

Time passed slowly. After a while, Isaac, sitting on the seat of the co-pilot, picked up a call through his Bluetooth earphone.

He hung up after a few minutes with a joyful look.

He lowered his voice and whispered to Horace, "Mr. Kirkland, we have found an important clue. I believe that it can help Mrs. Kirkland a lot."

With lights of surprise flickering in eyes, Horace asked, "You've found the mastermind?"

Isaac replied, "We don't know who the mastermind is yet, but we found someone involved in the incident two years ago. He was once sent abroad. Now he is tied up in the underground garage waiting for our questions."

A faint smile of satisfaction crossed Horace's face.

Wonderful, it was indeed good news.