Chapter 759

Chapter 759Chapter 759
Oscar looked at Amelia intently. “Would you believe me if I said I have no idea how this red mark ended
up on my suit?”
“Oscar, are you really not going to give me any explanation?” Amelia asked.
Oscar tried to pull her into his arms, but Amelia stepped aside and shot out of the bathroom with the
suit before slamming the door behind her.
Oscar's eyes darkened. Quickly, he wrapped a bath towel around him and went out after her.
Amelia was already changing her clothes when he saw her. He strode over and hugged her from
behind, asking lowly, “Are you angry with me, Amelia?”
Amelia nodded without trying to hide her emotion. “Yes, I am. I don't care how this lipstick mark ends
up on your suit. It doesn't matter if some woman seduced you and kissed you or stole your suit and
kissed it. The point is, you lost your suit—something that belongs to me. I'm very, very angry!”
Oscar kissed her hair. “I'm sorry, Amelia. I was careless. I promise you I'll find out who did this.”
“What are you going to do after identifying her? Are you going to chase her out of Clinton
Corporations?” Amelia questioned unreservedly.
“Amelia, you never interfere in my work,” Oscar commented grimly. “You're right. I never. But a woman is eyeing you like a predator in the company. How can I not be
worried? I'm afraid you'll fall for her one day. Tony and I will lose you forever, then. I may seem tolerant
and open-minded, but deep down, I'm scared,” Amelia admitted calmly.
Oscar caressed her face and comforted her in a deep voice, “What makes you think so? I wouldn't
have waited for you for two years if I'd fallen in love with other women. Can't you feel my love after
everything I did for you?”
Amelia let out a faint sigh. “I'm sorry, Oscar. I'm just worried sick. All the women around you are
exceptional.”
“Don't worry, Amelia. I'll get to the bottom of this. Someone must have pulled a stunt. I'll find and fire
her.”
When Amelia saw that Oscar had finally relented, she circled her arms around his neck and flashed
him a sweet smile. “I'm sorry. I wasn't really serious when I said that. You should go shower.”
Oscar bit her neck. “Together.”
Amelia nodded readily, and the two melded into one as they went into the bathroom. Under the
stimulation of the shower, a steamy session ensued.
When the couple finally lay in bed in lethargy, Amelia rubbed her head against Oscar's neck
endearingly.
Oscar patted her head quietly and fell asleep, but Amelia was still awake. She gazed at his face under the faint light and gently brushed her fingers over it, reflecting on the
earlier fight.
Although it was true that Amelia was piqued when she saw the lipstick mark on Oscar's suit, she was
not altogether furious. However, still, Amelia had blown the matter up because she wanted him to be
aware of the gravity of the problem so the woman interested in Oscar would keep her distance from
him.
“I'm sorry for lashing out at you, Oscar,” she uttered softly.
In response, the man mumbled something in his sleep, and the night went on in silence.
The following day, Amelia woke up and clung to Oscar from the back like a lazy kitten.
“What is it?” Oscar asked with a faint smile.
Amelia shook her head. “It's nothing. I just feel that we have been swamped lately. We haven't really
spent quality time together.”
“Are you still angry with me for what happened yesterday?”
“Not anymore. I might have overreacted. I hope you don't find me annoying.”
Oscar turned around and looked down at her. “You didn't overreact. It was my fault. I didn't look after
my belongings. I'll find out who did it and send her away today.” “You don't have to. I was just pulling your leg when I said that. Don't take it too seriously,” Amelia said.
However, Oscar already had a plan in his heart although he did not say anything.
After sending Amelia to work that day, he hurried over to his company and asked the staff to show him
the surveillance footage of the conference room.
He looked through everything on his own and identified the culprit. At first, Oscar thought Isabella was
the one who did it, but it turned out it was an executive at the company and also the wife of another
director at their workplace.
Oscar's face dimmed when he saw the woman in the footage, and he called Linda in.
“Mr. Clinton,” Linda greeted as she walked in. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Call Ms. Schmidt over. I want to talk to her,” he instructed.
Linda felt confused that Oscar wanted to see Beverly Schmidt, but she carried out his orders
immediately and went up to inform the executive.
When Beverly arrived, she knocked on the door and entered only after Oscar gave his permission.
“I heard you asked for me, Mr. Clinton,” she said with a hint of anxiousness in her voice when she
looked at Oscar.
“Take a look at this footage, Ms. Schmidt. Do you mind explaining why you did this?” Oscar asked
coldly. Beverly walked over, and her color changed completely when she saw the video.
“I can explain this, Mr. Clinton. Please don't tell my husband. I don't want to end up in a divorce.”
“Well, I can keep it a secret, but the company doesn't need an employee who fantasizes about me
using my suit. Pen a resignation letter and hand it to me. After that, you can claim three months' salary
from the finance department. Consider this the company's compensation for your dismissal,” Oscar
pronounced cold-heartedly.
“M-Mr. Clinton! I know I'm at fault for staining your suit, but this mistake doesn't amount to a dismissal.
I've worked here for years!” Beverly pleaded.
“It's either you step down, or I make this public. It's up to you.”
Beverly bit her lip. “Is there no other way, Mr. Clinton?”
Oscar buried himself in the documents on the table without looking up.
“Mr. Clinton, are you not curious why I did this?” Beverly choked out.
“Get out.” Oscar pointed at the door.
Beverly grabbed the table in desperation as she implored, “Mr. Clinton! You can't do this to me. What's
wrong with liking you? Please forgive me. I won't do this again!”
“I said get out!” Seeing that it was a lost cause, Beverly left the office helplessly.
She stood at the elevator in utter dejection until the door opened to Isabella.
“Ms. Schmidt, you don't look so good. What's the problem?” Isabella asked with a subtle smile.
“Very well, Ms. Walker. You set me up yesterday and watched me jump into the trap. I admit I got into
this trouble myself, but let me warn you—this isn't over. I'll pray every day that you get fired sooner or
later,” Beverly seethed as she glared at the woman in front of her.
Isabella chuckled at the provocation. “Come on, Ms. Schmidt. Don't blame everything on me. I don't
remember doing anything to you.”
Beverly scoffed and deliberately bumped into Isabella's shoulder as she stormed into the elevator.
Isabella smiled and walked toward Oscar's office. “Linda, why did Oscar call Ms. Schmidt to his office?”
Linda shook her head. “I have no idea, Ms. Walker. You should ask Mr. Clinton yourself if you want to
know.”
Isabella glanced at the secretary before knocking on the office door. To her dismay, no one answered
from the inside.
Soon, Linda came out of the secretary's office and informed, “I'm sorry, Ms. Walker. Mr. Clinton called,
saying he's only attending to important matters.” Isabella clenched her jaw. “Do you mean I'm not important?”
“That's what Mr. Clinton said.”
Isabella marched off in dissatisfaction and went back to her own office.
Just as she opened her drawer, she jumped out of her skin when she saw two snakes inside. She shot
up from her place with her chair rolling off.
“Help! There are snakes in my drawer! Somebody, please! Take them away!” she screamed.
Two male colleagues rushed in.
“What is it, Ms. Walker?”
“There are two snakes inside my drawer. Get rid of them. Quick!”
The two men exchanged doubtful glances. They thought Isabella was joking because there was no way
there would be snakes in an upscale office.
“What are you all waiting for? Tell me! Who put them in? Is someone trying to get back at me?” Isabella
shrilled.
The two employees had no choice but to inch over carefully. They were aghast when they saw the
snakes, but after taking a closer look, they realized those were fake rubber snakes.
“Ms. Walker, they're fake,” one of the men said with the snakes in his hand. Isabella heaved a sigh of relief but got angry the next moment. “Why are there fake snakes in my
office? Did anyone come in just now?”
“Ms. Schmidt was here. She barged in, but we didn't ask why she was here because she only stayed
for a while.”
Isabella's temper spiked.
“Didn't I say no one is allowed to enter my office without my permission?”
“We're sorry, Ms. Walker. None of us expected Ms. Schmidt to come all of a sudden, so we were
caught by surprise.”
“Get out!”
The two men quickly went out of the office.
Isabella flung the two snakes on the floor. This is so embarrassing!