Clarissa was used to traveling back and forth between D City and W City.
It also wasn’t Damian’s first time. After the pretty flight stewardess had served some deserts to him, he started trailing her everywhere like a little tail.
Clarissa didn’t want to look at the embarrassing scene of his son flirting, so she hung her head and placed her hand over her forehead, covering her eyes.
“Mommy, are you having a headache? Let me blow on it.”
Damian felt worried over his mommy when he turned to check on her and noticed her hand over her forehead.
“Damian, sit properly. I won’t feel any more headache if you stopped disturbing the pretty flight stewardess.”
“But I like the pretty stewardess.”
“Does it mean that she belongs to you if you like her?”
Damian blinked his eyes slowly as he didn’t understand Clarissa’s words.
Clarissa laughed at her son’s adorable expression.
She neared Damian and pecked his forehead. “Why are you so cute?”
Damian laughed despite not understanding Clarissa’s words.
After the plane landed, Clarissa sat Damian on her luggage and towed it towards the exit. On the way there, they bumped into a group of excited fans. Damian was curious, so he followed their line of sight with sparkling eyes. He looked adorable, dressed in a black down jacket and kicking his sneakers.
Some passersby who noticed Damian were attracted to his handsome face, especially his bright and big eyes.
However, they were soon distracted by the huge crowd of fans.
“Mommy, who are they waiting for?”
Damian asked curiously.
“It should be a famous celebrity.”
“Famous celebrity? Is it Uncle Ryler?”
Clarissa had told him before that Ryler was a celebrity. She had only mentioned it in passing, so she was surprised that he could remember.
“No, it’s not Ryler. It’s another celebrity. I don’t know who it is too.”
“If so, Mommy, can we go nearer and have a look?”
Damian’s puppy-eyed look melted any resolve she had to deny him.
Even though sometimes Clarissa complained about her son, but deep in her heart, she knew he was charming, adorable, and fashionable.
She didn’t have the heart to reject his small request. “Damian, there’s a lot of people there, so we’ll only be looking from a distance away. Is that alright?”
“Alright, Mommy.”
At his agreement, Clarissa towed him along with the luggage towards the crowd.
Naturally, she wouldn’t be able to squeeze herself to the front, so she halted at the edge of the crowd and waited with them.
There were a few young girls who caught a glimpse of Damian. They have stealthily taken photos of him with their phones. However, Clarissa caught them, so they were slightly embarrassed and decided to greet Damian.
“You’re so adorable, boy. Miss, is he your son? He is so lovely. Can I take a photo with him?”
Clarissa chuckled, “You can ask him.”
Damian nodded before they even popped the question.
“Sure, pretty lady.”
“Oh my gosh. You’re such a sweet-talker, how cute…”
More and more girls noticed Damian and wanted a photo with him as though he was a celebrity.
Clarissa was almost squeezed away from Damian. Fortunately, the celebrity had arrived, so all the fangirls dashed towards the arrival gate. Clarissa swiftly pushed Damian towards the exit.
Clarissa didn’t inform Matthew about their arrival lest he skipped work and came to pick them up.
Damian was sleepy upon arriving at the Zen Highlands, so Clarissa promptly put him to sleep. She took a shower then rested comfortably.
However, before long, she received a call from Yael.
“You’re back? Don’t forget about tonight’s cocktail party. Dress up prettily, and let’s go get some investment.”
Clarissa was rendered speechless by her comment.
Still, Clarissa didn’t have the option to reject.
Clarissa dressed up prettily as advised before she left for the party. She was dressed in a black dress with an overcoat and a purse.
However, Damian was clinging onto her leg, unwilling to let go.
“Mommy, don’t go,” Damian sobbed.
Damian was reluctant to let her leave because Matthew wasn’t back yet. Clarissa’s heart ached at him crying. She wanted to stay with him so badly.
Nevertheless, this was work-related, and she had already promised Yael. So she couldn’t go back on her words.
She bent down to his eye level and wrapped him tightly with her arms. However, even her incessant kisses on him didn’t stop him from crying.
Julia helped coax him from the sides but to no avail.
At that point, Damian was wailing as though Clarissa was abandoning him.
Clarissa couldn’t just leave him be, so she coaxed, “Remember the chocolate I bought for you? There is still a piece left. How about I let you have it, but you have to stop crying?”
Damian immediately stopped crying at the mention of food. He wiped away the tears on his face and bounced towards Julia, who was holding the chocolate. With a wide smile on his face, he waved at Clarissa.
“Mommy, enjoy the party. I’ll be good at home.”
Clarissa had no words for his quick change of attitude at the appearance of food.
What a heartless kid!
…
Clarissa got off in front of the hotel’s entrance and jogged into the hotel with high heels on when she felt the cold wind blew onto her neck.
Yael was already waiting for her in the lobby. “What a waste of your good looks. Can’t you act more elegantly? Take off your coat. Here is warm enough.”
“No. I’m cold. A girl has to make sure she’s warm…”
“Hold up! If you got something to say, say it later. Speak up more later. Don’t be mute. We need funds.”
Clarissa rubbed her ear at Yael’s grumbling.
“Alright. I got it.”
Clarissa took off her coat and laid it over her arm, showing off her nice figure. Her tall, lean stature, along with her exquisite face, gained a lot of attention from passersby.
When she joined the cocktail party accompanied by Yael, naturally, she was in the spotlight.
An awkward and nervous smile was plastered on Clarissa’s face. It was difficult for her to be sociable in such an event, even if it was for the sake of funds as advised by Yael. She’d resolved to be the aide to Yael’s lead.
“Ms. Fleming, who is this?”
“She is the manager of our studio, writer, and screenwriter Clarissa Quigley.”
“Ms. Quigley, good to see you. I have heard of you being a talented writer, but I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful as well.”
Many would assume that talented people, especially women, weren’t much of a looker.
Many promoted themselves to be talented and beautiful, but a little makeup could make anyone look pretty. However, to be exquisitely beautiful, like Clarissa, was rare.
With just her face alone, she could gain a lot of attention.
Yael had the same opinion. It doesn’t matter whether they succeed or not. At least, talking to another person meant an extra opportunity, and it would lead them closer to success.
Clarissa merely stood by the side smiling while Yael was showing her prowess.
Clarissa was so impressed with Yael’s social skills that her eyes were sparkling. She didn’t notice the men who tried to flirt with her because she was occupied with Yael being in her element.
“Don’t just stand there staring at me. Go make yourself useful and search for investors.”
“Yael, don’t say such things. It’s too embarrassing. If somebody heard it, they would misunderstand.”
“Let them misunderstand. Look at that man over there, the one in blue among the three men. He’s the leader. Take him down, and our funds are secured. Hurry!”
Clarissa resigned at Yael’s instruction and braced herself as she approached the trio.
The man in blue had a slightly shorter stature. She felt as though she was intimidating him with her heels on, which intensified her awkwardness.
She merely smiled, not knowing what to say. However, the three men had initiated a conversation with her, seeing that she was a beauty.
“Hello there, Miss. You must be Ms. Quigley.”
“That’s right. Nice to meet all of you. Sorry to disturb, but you are…”
“I’m…”
The trio introduced themselves, and the guy in blue was an investment specialist.
Clarissa was terrible at social events, so she went for it directly. She listed the studio’s merit and possible developments.
Her speech became more fluent as she spoke excitedly. When she was listing the merits of her studio, suddenly, a man’s voice sounded behind her.
“Ms. Quigley’s studio was right beside my Tyson Corporation. We’re in such close proximity to each other, but why does Ms. Quigley never approach me for investment?”
“…”
Clarissa halted her speech midway. Matthew had walked to her front with a smile that never seemed to have reached his eyes.
“Mr. Tyson.”
“Mr. Tyson, you’re such close neighbors with Ms. Quigley. You must have a better chance at it since you’re close physically.”
“You jests.”
Clarissa smiled awkwardly and looked at Matthew. “Mr. Tyson, if you’re interested, please allow me to introduce my studio.”
“There’re no need.”
“Huh?”
“We can’t be thorough under such circumstances. I think Ms. Quigley could explain them to me privately.”
Privately?
Clarissa raised her brow while Matthew shot her a beaming smile.
