Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation
Chapter 48 Clara Rowan Will Definitely Lose This Bet!

"So, what if she doesn't dare to bet? Is it breaking the law?" Baxter was in a bad mood.

"This bet was chosen by Clara," Sharon hugged her chest as she stood there looking coldly at Clara who hadn't spoken. "I just changed the rules a little bit. If she doesn't agree to this bet, it would be obvious that before when she wanted me to bet, she was just trying to cheat me!"

"Hey, you, her......" Baxter was furious. His temper seemed to have flared up again.

He was about to scold Sharon, but Clara suddenly spoke up, "I like your change, and it's fair to both of us, but I think it's not enough. Let's do it this way. The loser not only has to wear a bikini and dance at the door of the restaurant, but she also has to have someone record it, and pin the recording to the top of her twitter for a week."

"Okay, that's a deal!" Sharon was bursting with laughter to see Clara hanging herself with her own rope.

She didn't have the confidence that she would place first, so she changed the rules, trapping Clara.

She hadn't thought that Clara would have swallowed the bait so easily!

She knew that Clara didn't do well on the written interview, and even if she got a high score in oral interpretation this afternoon, she wouldn't place first in the comprehensive score. What's more...

Sharon secretly sneered: One of the interviewers this afternoon was her uncle. If she asked her uncle, Clara wouldn't be able to get high points for her oral interpretation! This bet, Clara Rowan would lose!

Because she held an ace in her hand, Sharon was immensely proud of herself, and swept a glance at Clara Rowan eyes before leaving. "Clara, I wish you the best of luck!" She walked away proudly, her hips swaying.

"Ms. Dobson, with your butt is so big it's best not to sway your hips," Baxter kindly reminded her from behind, "If you miss out on taking the afternoon exam because you broke your waist and had to the hospital, which would be really tragic!"

Sharon was so angry that she almost fell. She glared at Baxter fiercely, wishing she could flay him.

Baxter, grinned at her, revealing his big white teeth.

Baxter, with an expression that seemed to be seeking praise, returned with Clara to their places. "How was my performance? Could I get a best actor award?"

"You were very good." Clara praised him, and then raising her eyebrows. "But how did you know that I was prodding Sharon on?"

"I didn't think you're so stupid that you'd take the initiative to go up and tyrannize Sharon." Baxter stuffed beef into his mouth and said between bites. "Since that was the case, you must have been trying to trick her. "

Clara smiled when she heard this.

She had taken the initiative to replace Sharon and wanted to prod her to change the rules. That way she could think that she had took the initiative to dig a hole for herself.

If Baxter hadn't come to add fuel to the fire, she reckoned that Sharon wouldn't have fallen into her trap so easily.

“This month, no matter how much midnight snacks you want to eat, they're all my treat!" Clara was in a good mood and asked, “Do you have anything else you want? I'll pay for you." Baxter immediately looked at her with bright eyes, "How about... that helicopter?"

Clara at once withdrew her smile and acted as if she hadn't heard anything. She lowered her head to eat. "This beef isn't bad..."

"Clara, you are too stingy!" Baxter pointed to the window and complained. "Look, the nearby buildings all belong to your husband! He earned his money his exploiting his workers. You have a card that doesn't have a limit but still refuse to buy me a helicopter!"

"I see other CEOS can't wait to call a group of chefs to serve their wife, cooking up whatever she wants. However, when we come to Ethan's company, we have to have dinner in the restaurant..." "..." The corner of Clara's mouth slowly twisted up.

If it weren't for the setting, she really would use this cup of coffee to seal Baxter's mouth.

Just as Baxter was going on and on, a man in a uniform carried a red box into the dining room. After seeing Clara and Baxter, he walked straight towards them.

The man stood in front of Clara. "Ms. Rowan?"

Before Clara could answer, Baxter saw that the young man was wearing a uniform and exclaimed, “It's Jean-Georges! You have to book Jean-Georges more than three days in advance. Clara, you ordered me lunch. Why didn't you say so earlier?"

With that said, Baxter helped the man place all the food on the table.

After replaceing that they were all Jean-George's signature dishes, Baxter couldn't wait to start eating, acting like he had been starved to death.

Clara didn't have such a poor memory that she would forget if she had ordered lunch, let alone have ordered Jean-Georges.

Seeing that the delivery person brought the meal directly to the EMC Group's restaurant, she understood what was going on. "Thank you." "You are welcome."

After the delivery man had left, Clara pretended to unintentionally glance through the dining room. She saw Ethan sitting at the dining table by the window, having dinner with two EMC Group executives. The bright sunlight outside the window lit up his face, making his cold and hard profile look softer.

Clara quickly looked back and ate the Jean-Georges dinner. She felt a warmth in her heart.