MasukCHAPTER 103Clara waited until they were back at Matteo's office before asking.“What did Sebastian mean?”Matteo continued walking.“Which part?”She followed him.“You know exactly which part.”He opened the door to his office and stepped inside. Clara stopped at the entrance.“Matteo.”He turned. His expression was already closed.“We're not discussing Sebastian.”“Why?”“Because there's nothing to discuss.”“He practically accused you of hiding something.”“He enjoys provoking people.”“He didn't look like he was joking.”“He wasn't.”That answer stopped her. Matteo walked toward his desk and dropped his keys beside his laptop.Clara followed him in.“So he was telling the truth?”“I didn't say that.”“Then what did he mean?”Matteo pulled off his jacket.“Drop it.”She stared at him.“You can't tell me something like that and expect me to forget it.”“I can.”“Matteo.”He turned sharply.“You don't know what you're asking about.”“Then tell me.”“No.”The word landed harder than
CHAPTER 102The racing industry event was supposed to be simple.A sponsor dinner. A few interviews. Several influential names from the racing world gathered in one place to discuss the upcoming season and the changes expected after Matteo Devereaux's retirement.For Clara, simple was exactly what she wanted.She stood beside Matteo near the entrance, checking the schedule on her tablet while cameras flashed around them.“Three interviews,” she murmured. “The first one is in six minutes. Then the sponsor reception. After that, you're expected to speak briefly with the racing association chairman.”Matteo adjusted the cuff of his black jacket.“And after that?”“We leave.”His eyes moved to her.“You sound pleased.”“I am.”“Why?”“Because I get to go home.”His mouth twitched. Clara glanced at him.“Was that almost a smile?”“No.”“I saw it.”“You imagined it.”She shook her head.“Your face is exhausting.”Matteo leaned slightly closer.“You've been staring at it all evening.”Clara'
Matteo didn't ask Clara what had happened or had been said in the call. Not immediately.He simply stood across from her office, watching the way she held the phone long after the call had ended.“What happened?”Clara looked up.“Elena called.”“I assumed that.”“She said someone approached her.”Matteo's expression hardened.“About me.”Clara nodded. He held out his hand.“Give me the number.”She handed him her phone.Matteo looked at the call log, memorized the number, then gave the phone back.“Did she say who?”“No.”“What did they want?”“Information about you.”“How much?”“She didn't say.”Matteo's jaw tightened.“And she refused?”“She claims she did.”He looked at her for a moment.“You believe her?”Clara hesitated.“I don't know.”“Good.”She frowned.“You don't believe her either?”“I don't trust people simply because they tell me what I want to hear.”Clara folded her arms.“She did have an opportunity to tell them things.”“She also had an opportunity to sell them.”Cl
By nine the next morning, Elena's contract was officially over.Clara read through the final termination documents twice before placing them in the folder.“Everything has been signed,” she said.Matteo sat at the head of the conference table, his attention on his phone.“Good.”Across from him, Elena's expression tightened.“That’s it?”Matteo looked up.“What else were you expecting?”“A conversation.”“You've had several.”Elena leaned back slowly, crossing one leg over the other.“We were together for months, Matteo.”“We were under contract for months.”Her eyes flickered.“That’s how you see it?”“That is what it was.”Clara kept her eyes on the documents. She had no interest in being caught between them.Elena noticed anyway. She looked toward Clara.“Of course. Everything is business with you now.”Clara closed the folder.“Yes. Today, it is.”Matteo's eyes moved briefly to her. Something about the way she said it made the corner of his mouth twitch, barely. But Clara saw it.
The following morning, Matteo had three screens open before eight.One displayed the family company's financial records. Another contained the ownership documents Adrian had sent overnight. The third showed a timeline of recent events surrounding Devereaux Racing.Clara stood behind his desk, reading through the same information on her tablet. Adrian sat across from them with a coffee he had barely touched.“You haven't slept,” Clara said.Adrian looked at her.“Neither has your boss.”Matteo didn't look up.“I slept.”Adrian snorted.“You closed your eyes for three hours.”“That qualifies.”“It absolutely does not.”Clara glanced between them.“You two have been arguing since I arrived.”“It's his favourite hobby,” Adrian said.Matteo finally looked up.“You called me here.”“And now I'm regretting it.”Clara smiled faintly and returned to her tablet.The humour disappeared quickly when Adrian pushed another document across the desk.“This is the complete ownership chain.”Matteo pic
Matteo opened the passenger door for Clara. She paused before getting in.His father's words were still sitting heavily in her mind. He sacrifices everything for control.She glanced back at the house.“You're not going to ask what your father told me?”Matteo's hand remained on the car door.“No.”“You're not curious?”“I already know what he thinks of me.”There was no anger in his voice. That made it worse.Clara studied his face.“You and your father have been like that for a long time.”Matteo looked toward the house.“Yes.”“How long?”He didn't answer immediately.“Long enough.”She got into the car.Matteo closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.Neither spoke as they pulled away from the house.For several minutes, the only sound was the quiet hum of the engine.Then Clara broke the silence.“Your mother really likes me.”Matteo's fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.“She likes everyone.”“No, she doesn't.”“You've known her for one evening.”“
Clara’s phone buzzed in her hand, and she knew it was time to leave.She leaned closer to Mark, lowering her voice so it wouldn’t carry over the muted music humming through the private room.“I need to go. I still have work to finish.”Mark barely looked at her. He nodded once, distracted, his atte
“You can let her in.”Matteo’s voice cut through the room, calm and controlled, as he kept his eyes on the folder in front of him. The words were directed at the phone call, not Clara, but they still subtly shifted the atmosphere in the room.Clara exhaled slowly without meaning to. She only reali
Clara twisted her face, her brows met as she swerved into the next turn. The morning traffic was already irritating her, and that was before her phone vibrated.She glanced at the screen while slowing at a red light.Devereaux Franchise Team: Meeting confirmed for 9:00 a.m.Her brows knitted toget
Clara stayed frozen long after Matteo Devereaux walked out of her office.The door closed softly behind him, but the room still felt crowded, as if his presence had seeped into the walls and refused to leave. She stood beside her desk, one hand braced against the edge, the other hanging uselessly







