Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Chapter 11 

Clara dashed out of the restroom, sprinting toward the exit. Her legs almost gave out several times, but she couldn’t bear to stay a second longer. 

As the burst through the club’s doors, an unexpected downpour greeted her. The wind and rain chilled her to the bone, echoing the coldness in her 

heart. 

Marlie was her Achilles‘ heel. ‘I can take any insult thrown at me, but I won’t stand for anything against my daughter, Clara vowed silently. 

Though the T–shirt Walter lent her was long enough to cover part of her thighs, It was too thin. She stood in the rain, shivering from head to toe. 

Clara was about to hail a cab when a stretch Bentley pulled up. The door opened and out stepped Tamara, a beauty Clara had seen on TV earlier. 

“Why is Ms. Moss here? Could she be looking for Walter?” Clara wondered, pulling back her hand meant for the cab and hiding by a marble column, sneaking more glances at Tamara. 

Tamara exuded beauty, confidence, and grace, a sight to behold. 

Meanwhile, Walter emerged from the women’s restroom, bumping into Willard. 

Willard, taken aback and checking the sign again, questioned, “Mr. Colon, did you get lost? You were in the ladies‘ room,” 

Without a word, Walter kept walking. 

Catching up, Willard said, “Mr. Colon, you seemed disinterested in the project today and not happy with that businesswoman. I went ahead and signed the deal myself to avoid bothering you. You don’t mind, do you?” 

Walter grunted a response. 

“What’s with your face?” Willard asked, puzzled by the slight redness on Walter’s cheeks and the odd fact he had come out of the ladies‘ room. ‘Something is really off with Walter tonight, he thought but decided not to push it. 

“It’s nothing,” Walter said, brushing off the question and moving on. 

Willard, trying to change the subject, mentioned, “Mr. Colon, I’ve heard some big news. The Neal family from Lokerten is sending representatives to Zwingenrath. They might have a major project in the works. How about we meet them? I could use your clout.” 

Walter paused for a moment. Lokerten, just behind Zwingenrath in terms of financial significance but geographically distant, rarely had dealings with them. The Neal family’s interest in Zwingenrath intrigued him. 

“What do you say? Shall we meet Lokerten’s wealthiest? I’d need your presence,” Willard suggested, eager not to miss out on a l 

a lucrative opportunity. *Plus, have you heard? The Neal family’s daughter is said to be breathtakingly beautiful, unmatched across the nation. Yet, no one has seen her face. Aren’t you curious?” 

Not interested.” Walter cut him off coldly, quickening his pace. 

have been tuning me out. Well, you do 

Willard, always quick to notice, spotted Tamara and teased, “Ah, your fiancée is waiting. That explains why you have be have a beauty waiting Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Following Willard’s gaze, Walter saw Tamara approaching 

Tamara, moving with graceful steps, reached Walter’s side and said softly. “Walter, sorry I missed your call, Heard you were here and came to find you. Hope I’m not intruding,” 

Wetter raised an eyebrow. “Not at all. What’s up?” 

There’s something my father wants to discuss with you. Would you mind coming over?” Tamara asked with a warm smile, naturally taking Walter’s arm 

As Walter felt Tamara’s hand on his, he caught a glimpse of a figure behind a marble column. ‘Clara is still here? he thought with surprise. 

Then, casually, he held Tamara’s hand and responded, “Sure.” 

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