I had thought his obsessive behavior was only directed at Eleanor, but now, was even a bystander like me not safe?
As a mere extra, how could I possibly contend with a corporate titan? I decided to play for time.
"Nothing, I mean... Eleanor has been away for so long, if you don't go looking for her, she might just end up with... Zack Morris..."
In this novel, Zack is a once-in-a-millennium devoted lover. Not just willing to shelter Eleanor, but even if she was pregnant with Clayton's child and ousted by a rival, he'd eagerly step in.
Clayton had always viewed Zack as a romantic rival, usually flying off the handle just at the mention of him.
Once this hothead left, I'd swiftly move my stuff and never see him again.
However, Clayton showed no signs of leaving, instead, he intensely furrowed his brows and fixed his stare on me, "Did you get Zack to take Eleanor away, to draw me here on purpose?"
I was again rendered speechless.
I couldn't fathom what special material Clayton's brain was made of, vigorously shaking my head, "Absolutely not, you can ask Eleanor yourself when you find her."
Just find her already, stop wasting time here!
Clayton stayed silent, and just when I thought he was about to leave, letting me breathe a sigh of relief, he darkly uttered, "You, come with me."
"On what grounds?"
Eleanor often fled because Clayton's old flame would stir up trouble, one day demanding blood, the next a kidney swap.
My blood type didn't match his old flame's—surely he wasn't planning to harvest my kidneys for a gourmet dish?
"You can refuse."
Clayton maintained his lofty demeanor, scorn flickering in his eyes, "Then the project with your company gets axed immediately."
Oh?
It hit me then; my role owned an interior design firm, now at the mercy of the mighty Blackwood Corporation.
The CEO of Blackwood Corporation is none other than Clayton Blackwood himself!
The despicable capitalist!
In my mind, I cursed Clayton out thoroughly, about to demand he should leave with dignity, when a strange voice suddenly echoed in my head.
"Dear host, remember, you're here with a mission. Only by transforming the tragic ending into a happy ending can you return to the real world!"
What the hell?
Is this some kind of joke?
Targeting my key to return, I took a deep breath, almost hurting myself internally, "Fine, I'll go wherever you say."
"Women, always saying one thing but meaning another."