Too Much to Bear My Love

Chapter 722 He Threw Away Her Coffee

While departing The Urban Delight with Stephanie, Isabella texted Noah. She stated that Emma had intentionally

gone to meet Stephanie. Likewise, she instructed Noah to keep an eye on Emma and prevent the latter from

getting in the way of their plans.

Noah’s face darkened grimly once he saw the message. “Emma, I hear you approached Stephanie earlier,” he

asked with a menacing frown.

“Yeah.” Emma nodded before continuing, “I bumped into Isabella in the washroom. It seemed rude not to greet

her, so we had a little chat. Why? Did Isabella complain about it to you?”

“I told you to stay away from Stephanie. Did you not heed my words?”

Emma glanced at him, a smirk spreading across her face. “Why? Are you worried about her?”

“Emma, we’ve talked about this. Everything I’m doing is for our future. Why can’t you be more understanding?”

Noah seemed wholly enraged, like a bull that had seen a red flag. “Must you cause such a massive scene so that

everyone will know? Will you only feel satisfied after Stephanie and I get into a heated argument?”

A soft chuckle came from Emma, whose tone became much gentler. “How could you say that, Noah? I’ve been by

your side for many years, and you’re the only man in my heart. So I merely wanted to see your wife and find out

whether she genuinely treated you well—I worried you’d be unhappy in your marriage to the Clintons’ heiress. After

all, the Clintons are powerful and wealthy, even more so than your already renowned family. Thus, I feared you’d

have a hard time pleasing your pampered wife.”

Noah’s expression softened a little once he heard that. “I know you’re doing this for my sake, but please stay away

from her because I’m worried you’ll get hurt.”

“Okay.”

Later, Noah sent Emma back to her neighborhood before hurriedly driving away. The latter’s eyes narrowed as she

watched the car speed into the distance. Something malicious seemed to flicker in her gaze right then.

She then took the elevator upstairs, opened her door with her key, and phoned Oscar.

The call rang a couple of times before connecting.

“Hello.” Oscar’s frosty voice rang out from the phone speaker. Anyone listening would involuntarily get goosebumps

and behave respectfully toward him.

“Mr. Clinton, it’s me, Emma. I wonder if you still remember someone unimportant like me?” Emma uttered with

caution.

An imposing, alpha male aura oozed from Oscar. It was so overwhelming that Emma did not dare to cross him. He

was the kind of man she could not afford to offend.

“I remember you. Why have you called me?”

“Noah came over to my place today. I even saw your precious little sister. Shall I test the waters by leaking

information to her? Noah has previously told me he only married your sister to take advantage of your family’s

wealth and prestige,” Emma exaggerated, hoping to fuel the fire.

“There’s no need to tell her for now.” Oscar was not at all bothered by her words. Instead, he instructed, “Record

any intimate moments you have with Noah and send it to me. As for the money, I’ll transfer fifty percent of it to

you. You’ll get the other half when I decide to end this game. If there’s nothing else, we can end this conversation

now.”

“Okay, Mr. Clinton.” Emma then politely hung up the phone. While gazing at the black screen, she snickered. “Gosh,

I do love how dramas unfold in wealthy families. It is sure fun to watch back-stabbing between siblings, as well as a

married man keeping a mistress. Things are getting much more intriguing.”

On the other end, Oscar placed his phone back into his pocket before returning to his seat. He calmly stated,

“Apologies for taking up your time, everyone. Please continue with what you were saying.”

The executives who got forced into the meeting by Oscar instantly retracted their curious gazes. They soon

resumed their formal discussion.

“All right. Your proposals are all well done this time around. Send them off to the middle and lower-level employees.

Have them work overtime to complete the tasks. If that’s all, we can wrap this meeting up.” Oscar had his

secretary, Linda, tidy the documents on the table. Then, he exited the meeting room. Isabella, who had rushed

back to attend the meeting, instantly followed behind.

She was hesitant for a while but eventually voiced her thoughts. “Oscar, who was it that called you earlier? How

dare that person expect you to answer their call during a meeting.”

Oscar turned around to meet her eyes as he replied, “Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“I just want to know who else, apart from Amelia, is able to receive such exceptional treatment from you,” Isabella

explained.

However, Oscar did not even spare her a glance. He turned around and continued walking, leaving her behind.

Isabella bit her lower lip in frustration. She trailed behind him but went to the pantry while he returned to his office.

Soon, she made two cups of coffee. There was even foam art on the top in the shape of an adorable flower.

She brought the coffee to Oscar’s office but immediately got stopped by Linda. The latter urged, “Ms. Walker, allow

me to handle tasks like making and sending coffee. There’s no need for you to do it yourself. Also, Mr. Clinton has

instructed that no one is allowed in his office without his permission. Please don’t make things difficult for me.”

“Go back to doing your work.” Despite that, Isabella leaned sideways, dodging Linda’s outstretched arm that tried

to take the coffee tray. Then, Isabella knocked on the door, waited for Oscar’s response, and entered the room.

“Oscar, I noticed you spoke quite a bit during the meeting. You’re probably thirsty, huh? I made some coffee. If you

don’t mind, please give it a taste.”

“Put it down. You may leave now.” Oscar did not bother to look up at her.

Once Isabella placed the tray down, she put one of the cups in front of Oscar. Then, she took the other and said,

“Come on, Oscar. Can’t you please try it for my sake? All I ask of you is to try my coffee. That’s it. I’ll leave you to

your work after you have a sip.”

Hearing that, Oscar put his pen down and looked up at her. “Give me your cup.”

Isabella froze. An oddly taut expression flashed on her face as she replied stiffly, “Why? Oscar, don’t tell me you

think I’ve spiked your drink.”

“It’s always better to be cautious. If you’re unwilling to give your cup to me, you can leave now.” With that, Oscar’s

attention fell onto his documents once more.

That left Isabella in a momentary daze. She eventually handed over her cup and remarked smilingly, “Gosh, Oscar. I

never thought you would have so little trust in me. But it’s fine. I don’t mind a swap.”

After placing her cup down on the table, she picked up the other and clinked both cups. “There. Now, you can relax

and enjoy your coffee.”

She then tilted her head back and drank the coffee in one go. While waving the empty cup at Oscar, she proudly

stated, “Why don’t you try it too, Oscar? I think I’m pretty good at making coffee.”

Oscar picked up the cup. Isabella assumed he would drink the coffee, but what came next was a shock. He walked

toward a potted plant and heartlessly emptied the cup’s contents into the soil.

At that moment, Isabella’s eyes widened, her face contorting in shock.

“Don’t ever pull stunts like this again. Clinton Corporations pays you a pretty penny to do your job, and that isn’t to

butter me up. Also, I don’t like foam art on my coffee. If there’s nothing else, I suggest you leave now and get back

to work.” Oscar bluntly ordered her to get out of his office.

Isabella’s features had twisted into a furious sneer. She shot an aggrieved glare at Oscar before storming out the

door.

No one would dare remain in Oscar’s office after receiving such humiliation from him. If Isabella stayed, it would

only mean she had no respect for herself.