Mr. K is still trying to question the stalker about it to Clara.
Starting from the beginning of meeting the stalker, then why did she not tell him about the stalker beforehand, even though the stalker had followed her much longer than the terrorist, and most importantly, Mr. K also tried to find out why she became so much more afraid when the stalker was around.
But for the last question, Clara was reluctant to answer Mr. K, which made Mr. K ask about what happened between Clara and the stalker.
Mr. K can't stop thinking how all this time she can survive?
"Clara, I'm asking this because I see the irregularities there are. May I know if you have anything valuable and make people target you?"
Clara did not immediately answer Mr. K's question, but she frowned in confusion.
Clara didn't understand what Mr.K's conversation meant.
Slowly Clara shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know anything like that, I know that my father gave me shares in the company, but I don't know the details, my father knows everything, and I don't care about it," Clara said casually.
Mr. K just nodded his head.
"Are you also close to your father's extended family?" asked Mr.K.
"Not really, it's just that I'm very close to my grandmother. She loves me, ah! I miss my grandmother," said Clara.
'Grandmother?'
"Looks like I'll have to find Clara's family background too," Mr. K muttered in his mind.
"Aah, I ... understand. What do you want to do tomorrow? Do you have work?" asked Mr.K, trying to change the subject.
Clara seemed to be spinning her eyes lazily.
"You're my assistant, can you ask me?" snorted Clara.
"Hey !! I'm your assistant because your wish is not mine ... princess," said Mr.K softly.
"Huh ?!"
Clara folded her arms. He was lazy to argue with Mr.K.
"What's the matter? Are you angry?" asked Mr.K.
Clara closed her eyes and tried to neutralize the roar of her breath, which was previously irregular because she was annoyed with Mr.K.
After she relaxed, Clara shook her head softly.
"Try calling Johny, ask him if I have a schedule for tomorrow or not," said Clara at last.
"Why are you telling me? Why don't you do it yourself?" asked Mr. K at length as to if rejecting what Clara had said.
"Because it would be weird if I called, even though I have an assistant, don't you realize that?"
Mr. K looked likes to think about it for a moment.
Exactly Clara had something to say. What if Johny was suspicious of her, and backfired?
With a little coercion, Mr. K took his cellphone and called Johny.
After chatting and getting information about Clara's schedule, Mr. K immediately hung up on him.
"So, how's there a schedule for me?"
"Yes, it's just that I'm not sure you can do it."
"So, what should I do for tomorrow's schedule?"
"You'll have a little catwalk tomorrow night at Hotel H."
"Oh, no problem, then why did you say I couldn't do it?" Clara asked, confused because she thought catwalks were the usual thing she did.
'Doesn't she remember the wound? wouldn't it be that a catwalk like that would wear tight clothes and suppress the injury? '
That's what crossed Mr.K's brain the first time.
"Are you sure that wearing that catwalk suit and standing on stage for a long time won't affect your wound?"
Clara seemed a little thoughtful, then nodded her head.
Oh, come on, Clara is a professional person. She will do his best for her job, whatever the current condition.
"Up to you." snorted Mr.K irritated.
'What's with him? Why is he getting annoyed? '
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