Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 99: Julian Hawthorne Has Someone He Likes

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Julian Hawthorne Has Someone He Likes

The technology exhibition the next day was held at the Ardendale Exhibition Center.

This exhibition gathered renowned entrepreneurs and experts from across the country. The Sheffield Group valued this exhibition highly, and early in the morning, Silas Sheffield personally led the team to the venue.

Silas Sheffield walked at the front, followed by Julian Hawthorne and Zachary Lynch, and behind them were Clara Sterling, Anabelle Spencer, and several technical team leaders.

As soon as they entered, someone actively approached them for conversation.

With just a few words, Silas Sheffield brushed them off and continued forward.

Clearly, the person wasn’t worth his time.

Clara followed.

Silas Sheffield walked a few steps when a middle-aged man in a suit approached and greeted him, "Silas, you’re here so early."

Just from the way the man addressed him as "Silas" instead of "President Sheffield," Clara could tell this man was close to Silas Sheffield.

Indeed, Silas Sheffield gave them a look, instructing them to go about their business.

Julian Hawthorne led Clara and Anabelle Spencer away.

After a few steps, Julian Hawthorne turned to Clara and said, "I heard yesterday that President Sheffield added a few tasks last minute?"

"Yes, President Hawthorne." Clara lowered her head and took a file from her bag, handing it to Julian Hawthorne, "Here it is."

Julian Hawthorne looked through it, "It’s not much. You and Assistant Spencer should go now."

After speaking, Julian Hawthorne handed the file back.

Clara: "Alright, President Hawthorne."

Today, Clara and Anabelle Spencer first need to sign a contract with Sylvia Yeats’s company. They also need to schedule meetings with several companies’ representatives for collaboration talks with Julian Hawthorne.

They are also responsible for recording some technological achievements at the exhibition.

Overall, they will be very busy today.

Clara and Anabelle Spencer took the contract to find Sylvia Yeats, who had promised to sign it today.

After a few steps, Anabelle Spencer suddenly grabbed Clara’s wrist in a panic, "Oh no, I saw my uncle. Clara, you go ahead. I need to hide; my uncle doesn’t know I’m working at the Sheffield Group."

With that, Anabelle Spencer slapped the contract into Clara’s arms and hurried away.

Clara chuckled, glancing at Aaron Spencer’s direction.

Just at that moment, Aaron Spencer also looked over, his gaze meeting Clara’s eyes, with a sudden pause on his face.

Clara quickly shifted her gaze, turning to search for Sylvia Yeats.

But unexpectedly, Aaron Spencer walked straight towards her.

"Hello." Aaron Spencer greeted proactively, "Miss, may I know which company you belong to?"

Clara found it odd but replied truthfully, "I am an employee of the Sheffield Group."

Aaron Spencer’s gaze fixed steadily on Clara’s face, "Sheffield... May I ask where you’re from?"

Clara grew even more puzzled and frowned slightly, "I’m from Crestwood."

Aaron Spencer’s eyes were probing, "What’s your name?"

Clara: "My last name is Sterling."

Why did this person suddenly come up to talk to her? Strange.

Clara frowned slightly, eyes filled with doubt.

Up close, Clara got a clear view of Aaron Spencer’s face.

Though Aaron Spencer is older, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes cannot hide his handsome features.

It’s hard to imagine that this outwardly refined and elegant older gentleman is rumored to have so many affairs outside.

"Sterling?" Unexpectedly, Aaron Spencer’s eyes grew even more inquisitive, his gaze fixed on Clara’s face with a moment of daze.

"Your mother..."

"President Spencer." Aaron’s words were interrupted by Silas Sheffield.

Silas Sheffield stepped over, blocking in front of Clara Sterling, "If President Spencer has anything to discuss, talk to me. She’s just an assistant."

Aaron Spencer came to his senses, retracted his inquisitive gaze, and greeted Silas Sheffield with gentle eyes and a smile, "President Sheffield."

Silas Sheffield turned to Clara Sterling and said, "Go about your tasks."

Clara hurriedly left with the contract.

Aaron Spencer’s gaze followed Clara Sterling’s back, his brow furrowed in contemplation.

"President Spencer." Silas Sheffield called out to Aaron once more.

Aaron Spencer shifted his focus and began talking with Silas Sheffield.

Clara felt Aaron Spencer’s reaction was really strange.

He kept staring at her, emotions swirling in his eyes, with a hint of excitement.

Excitement?

What was he excited about?

Clara suddenly remembered when Anabelle Spencer saw her for the first time at the company, she also stared at her in surprise and immediately asked about her family.

If she didn’t hear wrong just now, Aaron Spencer mentioned her mother.

But his words were cut off by Silas Sheffield before he finished.

Did he want to ask about her mother?

Just now, when he heard her surname was Sterling, the emotions in his eyes seemed even stronger. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Something flashed through her mind, disappearing instantly, something Clara couldn’t grasp.

Frowning, she continued to search absentmindedly for Sylvia Yeats’s figure.

The spacious exhibition center was bustling with people, making it hard to find someone.

Yesterday, Sylvia Yeats said she’d come today, so Clara was to bring the contract for signing.

However, Clara didn’t have Sylvia Yeats’s contact information, and Sylvia Yeats only added Julian Hawthorne on WhatsApp before leaving yesterday.

Clara recalled yesterday’s conversation between Anabelle Spencer and Sylvia Yeats; Anabelle knew Sylvia Yeats, so she wanted Anabelle to ask where Sylvia Yeats was now.

[You know President Yeats, right? Ask her where she is now. I need to find her to sign the contract.]

After a while, Anabelle Spencer replied: [Okay, I’ve asked, but she hasn’t replied yet.]

Clara: [I’ll wait then.]

After waiting about ten minutes, Clara couldn’t help but ask: [Has she replied yet?]

Anabelle Spencer: [No.]

Clara sighed.

[Okay, I’ll keep looking.]

Clara’s gaze scanned around the hall, but she didn’t see anyone. She exited through the back door of the hall, ending up in a rear garden.

There were significantly fewer people here than in the main hall.

After a few steps, Clara noticed a familiar figure behind the rockery; from her angle, she could see the woman’s profile, it was Sylvia Yeats.

Finally found her.

Clara strode over.

Nearing, Sylvia Yeats’s voice drifted into Clara’s ears.

"President Hawthorne, do you have a girlfriend?"

Clara stopped in her tracks, realizing this was a moment she shouldn’t interrupt.

Julian Hawthorne’s tone was cool, "No."

"Then what do you think of me?" Sylvia Yeats’s tone was cheerful, "I fell for you at first sight yesterday. We’re both single, how about giving it a try?"

Clara pursed her lips, finding Sylvia Yeats very straightforward.

Not many girls dare to be so direct.

In this situation, it wasn’t appropriate to interrupt; Clara turned to leave, when she heard Julian Hawthorne say, "I’m interested in someone already."

There’s gossip.

Clara slowed her steps.

Sylvia Yeats asked, "Who is it?"

"Assistant Sterling." Julian Hawthorne’s voice responded.

Clara’s heart suddenly tightened, and her breath stopped.