Novel Titanic
Chapter 20
Clara’s chest tightened, a suffocating sensation overwhelming her as she watched the scene unfold.
For a split second, she wanted to storm in and confront Walter. If you’re over me, why the hell drag Marlie into this?” she thought, biting back her anger.
She stood at the door, knocking emotionlessly.
Tamara had noticed Clara the moment she arrived, envy flashing in her eyes at Clara’s stunning beauty. Beyond her looks, it was Clara’s natural elegance. her bare–faced radiance, her cool aura, and her killer figure that sparked jealousy. That bitch dares to show up?” Tamara thought bitterly
Hearing the knock, Walter turned and snapped, “Who let you in? Get the hell out!”
Clara thought to hersell. If Willard isn’t here, and Walter is getting cozy with Tamara, Willard couldn’t be in the office. I must have misunderstood; Willard didn’t send me here!
“Sorry for disturbing.” Clara muttered, turning to leave.
Tamara, feigning sweetness, tugged at Walter and asked, “Walter, who is she?”
He replied coldly. “Someone unimportant.”
Clara paused, swallowing the pain in her heart.
Tamara’s eyes glinted with a scheme. She moved towards the door, cooing, “Walter, don’t be hasty in shooing her away. Maybe she is here for something vital. Why not let her speak?”
As Tamara tried to pull Clara around, Clara caught the whiff of a familiar perfume. It was the same she had smelled on Walter’s shirt, making her skin crawl. She shrugged off Tamara’s hand effortlessly.
Suddenly, Tamara twisted, spilling her coffee all over herself. Her pristine white dress was ruined.
Clara narrowed her eyes, seething inside. Tamara did that on purpose! I didn’t touch her wrist. How could the coffee spill like that?‘
Hearing the commotion, Walter strode over, his eyes scanning the mess.
His gaze first landed on Tamara, who was wearing a serene smile, and then shifted coldly to Clara.
Tamara, all sweetness, waved it off. “Walter, it’s not her fault. In just a clumsy moment, she bumped into me. It’s only a dress, no need to get worked up.”
Clara scoffed to herself. Really, Tamara? Putting on a whole damn show, pretending to be this gracious lady? Trying to frame me with such a low move? Doesn’t she see she is just cheapening herself?‘ Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
“Really? Looked pretty intentional to me.” Walter’s tone dropped even colder.
Clara’s heart clenched, struggling for breath, thinking, ‘What’s his deal? Thinks I purposely spilled coffee on Tamara?!
“Apologize,” Walter snapped, his words almost a growl.
Tamara, barely hiding her triumph, smirked slightly.
Still playing the peacemaker, Tamara said, “Walter, no need for her to say sorry. I’m okay.”
This was Tamara laying down her first card against Clara, marking her territory.
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“As if Clara stands a chance against me Tamara gloated internally. Tr the real deal here, daughter of one of Zwingenrath’s wealthiest, the Moss family. right behind the Colon family. We’re the elite union. And Clara? Just some lowlife, I’ll make sure she is put firmly in her place today!