Babel Novel
Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Clara faced a daunting duo a notorious womanizer and a cold–hearted magnate, each intimidating in their own right.
The club manager was already at the door, ready to welcome them personally.
with a determined push, Richard nudged Clara into the mix. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.
Caught off guard, she stumbled forward, landing straight into a familiar embrace. Why does this scent feal so familiar? she thought, puzzled and taken aback. Lifting her head, she locked eyes with Walter, who, as it turned out, was the evening’s key investor Richard had alluded to.
Walter’s brows furrowed, his distaste for the situation evident.
With a swift push, Clara found herself stumbling aside before another set of hands steadied her, the touch unwelcome,
“Easy there, beauty, Wouldn’t want you to take a tumble,” the man flirted, his hand sliding up her arm in a presumptuous attempt at familiarity.
Clara, uncomfortable with the stranger’s touch, struggled to maintain her composure as Richard made introductions
She was introduced to Walter of Colon Group and Willard Hersey of IMC Group’s Avalonia–Nirvana region leadership.
Forcing a smile. Clara greeted them, though her heart wasn’t in it. She quickly seized the moment to distribute the prepared project proposals, eager to
shift focus
As everyone settled, Willard made a point to sit close to Clara.
Willard, known for his roving eye, made no secret of his appreciation, openly complimenting Clara’s looks in front of everyone.
“Richard, where did you find such a stunner? She’s quite the looker,” he remarked, though mindful of Walter’s presence.
However, the room’s attention soon turned to Walter, the real power broker of the evening.
Attempting to gauge Walter’s interest, Willard asked, “What do you think, Mr. Colon?”
Clara, stealing glances at Walter, found his indifference disheartening. What was I expecting? she mused, well aware of his character.
Walter glanced at Clara’s appearance: the black dress that highlighted her curves, the subtle makeup enhancing her natural beauty. Yet, his response was dismissive. “Plain and unremarkable.”
Clara’s heart sank. Her makeup, meant for professionalism, now seemed a misguided attempt at allure, especially since she hadn’t anticipated Walter’s involvement.
Willard, seizing the moment, quipped, “Indeed, how could she compare to your fiancée, Ms. Moss? A lady of grace, education, and high standing.”
Walter retorted, “She’s not even in the same league.”
Clara was white–faced, thinking bitterly, ‘in his eyes, I’m just a schemer, unworthy of mention alongside his pristine Tamara.”
Biting back the pain, Clara presented the project proposal with feigned calm, hoping to steer the evening back to business, “Mr. Colon, Mr. Hersey, please, have a look at our project proposal.”
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