C2 Fifth Uncle!

"Anthony Clark!!"

Clara Smith nearly lost her footing when she shouted that name.

Looking at Anthony Clark's face, so real and before her eyes, Clara Smith waved her hand behind her back as if trying to grab something. Rosie Clark held Clara Smith's hand, whispering encouragement, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Fifth Uncle doesn't eat people."

Clara Smith had heard this a million times.

Anthony Clark didn't eat people, but he was terrifying. Clara Smith had been afraid of him since childhood, and even now that she was grown up, she was still afraid, instantly cowering at the sight of him.

Rosie Clark tugged at Clara Smith, nodding and greeting, "Hello, Fifth Uncle."

The sensible Clara Smith lowered her head and nodded obediently, "Hello, Fifth Uncle."

Standing inside the door, Anthony Clark had just finished showering, wearing the hotel's waffle-patterned bathrobe, the belt loosely tied, his half-dry hair hanging slightly over his forehead.

His superior appearance held a languid, satisfied air, lacking some of his usual sharpness.

He calmly looked at Clara Smith outside the door, his thin lips slightly parted: "What is it?"

"No, nothing." Under the pressure of his aura, Clara Smith answered subconsciously.

"Then why are you knocking?"

Clara Smith didn't know how to answer.

She stared blankly at the face in front of her.

Anthony Clark!

The renowned head of Neo Holdings in C Country!

A man who could single-handedly stir up a storm in C Country.

Now thirty years old, he had achieved great success, and the experience and legend he had created were unmatched.

But how could the person in 212 be him?

Could it be that the person she had unknowingly fallen asleep with last night was Anthony Clark?

No!

This must be an illusion.

Clara Smith slowly took a deep breath, telling herself to calm down, but when she closed her eyes and opened them again, Anthony Clark's expressionless face was still in front of her, and the number 212 was still unchanged!

His dark and deep eyes glanced at her: "There must be something you need to knock on the door."   

His voice wasn't as cold as usual; it was gentle.

Clara Smith pinched her hand, but heard Rosie Clark yell, "Clara, you pinched me!"

Clara Smith didn't care about Rosie Clark; after all, Anthony Clark was her uncle, and she wasn't as afraid of him as she was. She needed to get away quickly, so she made up a lame excuse: "Fifth Uncle, I... I knocked on the wrong door. I'm sorry to have disturbed you."

She said the words 'knocked on the wrong door' with great guilt, swallowing several times: "Fifth Uncle, please don't be angry. I'll leave right away, I'll leave right away."

With that, she turned to leave.

"Stop!"

The word "stop" seemed to strike her like a pressure point, and Clara Smith stood frozen in place, afraid to move.

Anthony Clark's gaze fell on Clara Smith's slender back, his thin lips pressed together, shaped like willow leaves, waiting for her to turn around. A few seconds later, Clara Smith obediently turned around.

Anthony Clark took her arm: "Come here."

Clara Smith thought to herself: I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die.

He probably knows, right?

They both slept together last night, he definitely knows!

So now, he's preparing to settle accounts with her for last night?

No, it's clearly her who came to settle accounts with him!

Clara Smith cast a pleading look at Rosie Clark. She really didn't mean to sleep with Anthony Clark. If she had known that Anthony Clark would be the one who had a chaotic night, she would have banged her head against a wall to wake herself up.

Anthony Clark took in every vivid expression on Clara Smith's face, his pursed lips moved slightly, and after a long while, he spoke: "Still afraid of me?"

"No." Clara Smith subconsciously denied and shook her head: "Why would I be afraid of Fifth Uncle? I just respect you."

Anthony Clark: "Clara Smith, you don't need to respect me."

Clara Smith interpreted this sentence as an invisible pressure, and she couldn't hold back her emotions: "Fifth Uncle... I was wrong."

Anthony Clark's face darkened, and he remained silent.

Rosie Clark, standing beside her, quickly tugged at Clara Smith, trying to calm her down, then turned cautiously to Anthony Clark and said, "Fifth Uncle, we really just knocked on the wrong door. A mutual friend of ours is staying at the Starlight Hotel; we're looking for her."

Upon hearing this, Anthony Clark gave her a 'You think I'd believe that?' look: "Where's your friend?"

Rosie Clark stammered, "I, my friend is, is..."

Anthony Clark: "Rosie Clark, your grandmother has been talking about you lately. You've been out there fooling around for so long; are you lost and can't find your way home? Do you need me to take you back?"

"No need to trouble Fifth Uncle." Rosie Clark didn't want to return to the Clark family yet, but hearing about her grandmother softened her heart: "I can find my way back myself; no need to trouble Fifth Uncle." Clara Smith, feeling like she'd been granted a pardon, was about to follow Rosie Clark when she heard Anthony Clark say, "Clara Smith, stay."

Clara Smith: "...

So all her hopes were dashed! Anthony Clark definitely knew it was her last night! He saw her face clearly last night, but… if he saw her face clearly, why did he continue down this wrong path…?

This relationship… just kill her!

Fifth Uncle, I have other matters to attend to, and I’m afraid I can’t stay too long.” She subtly expressed her desire to leave.

Anthony Clark's eyes darkened: “I won’t keep you long. My secretary is on her way. Go downstairs to the front desk and bring up my things; it’s very important.”

This was the tone of an elder instructing a junior.

The instruction was given with absolute certainty.

The final three words, ‘very important,’ were a warning not to rely on others.

Clara Smith inwardly raged. Anthony Clark was still ordering her around as always. Was it because she looked like a servant?

Rosie Clark had said before that she looked very alluring in a maid outfit, but Anthony Clark had never seen her like that...

As a junior, Clara Smith dared not refuse, and reluctantly agreed, "Okay, Fifth Uncle."

In the face of absolute power, she was simply following her heart.   

Clara Smith and Rosie Clark went downstairs together. Seeing Rosie Clark about to leave, Clara Smith tearfully said, "Take me with you! If Fifth Uncle is angry, you can take the blame."

Rosie Clark's lips twitched: "You're not the only one afraid of Fifth Uncle, I'm afraid too, okay?! Fifth Uncle's authority has been so strong for so many years, who dares to say no to him? Clara, you slept with him, you'd better pray for yourself."

Clara Smith offered a tempting offer: "A limited edition Chanel handbag?"

Rosie Clark refused: "I can't afford it."

Clara Smith tearfully said, "I've given my heart to the dogs."

Rosie Clark: "Just consider it as feeding the dogs."

Clara Smith: "..."

She was practically ready to sever all ties on the spot!

Before leaving, Rosie Clark didn't forget to pull Clara Smith aside and persuade her, "Why don't you just go with the flow?"

Clara Smith: "???"

Rosie Clark gave a reasonable explanation: "Think about it, if you keep going like this, maybe one day I'll have to bow down and greet you, calling you Fifth Aunt. Don't you want that feeling of being second only to the emperor?"

Second only to the emperor, above everyone else...

Isn't that like the wicked concubine of an ancient emperor...?

Rosie Clark even said, "This should be a blessing bestowed upon you by God."

Clara Smith looked utterly hopeless: "I'd rather not have this kind of blessing."

Besides, the person she liked was Robert Clark, but Robert Clark had never reciprocated her feelings, citing his career as an excuse...