Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man! Chapter 107: Silas Sheffield Introduces Clara to a Scientifi

Seeing Silas Sheffield and Clara Sterling holding hands as they ca downstairs, Thea Tate felt a tight, suffocating weight in her chest, as if a mass of soaked cotton was pressing down on her.

Clara’s lips were a vibrant red, moist and shiny. Thea’s breath hitched, her heart feeling as though a piece had been torn away, and she averted her gaze.

Susan Saxon noted their affectionate display and pursed her lips, "Holding hands even at ho?"

Silas approached the old lady, a slight smile on his lips, "What’s wrong with a young couple holding hands?"

Susan chuckled coldly, "I’m about to leave."

Silas nodded, "I’ll ask the driver to take you."

Susan glanced at Clara with displeasure in her eyes.

Then she turned to Thea, her face breaking into a smile, "Thea, dear, I’m heading back to Crestwood now. You must co to my birthday banquet."

Thea adjusted her expression and smiled lightly, linking arms with Susan, "I’ll rember, Grandma."

Susan chuckled heartily, patting the back of Thea’s hand.

"Grandma, let take you to the airport," Thea said with a smile, holding Susan’s arm.

"Won’t it inconvenience you?"

"Of course not," Thea sweetly replied, "Your business is the most important."

"Good, good," Susan grinned from ear to ear, "Still, Thea is considerate, personally taking ."

As she spoke, Susan glanced at Silas, "Unlike so people who just send a driver to brush off."

Silas remained expressionless, "Grandma, I have an international video conference later."

"Having a eting this late? Trying to fool your grandma?"

Silas replied indifferently, "There’s a ti difference; it’s only 3 p.m. over there."

"Alright, alright. You go ahead with your work, Thea taking is enough."

With that, the old lady got up and started to walk outside.

Clara smiled and politely said farewell, "Goodbye, Grandma."

The old lady ignored her.

Clara pressed her lips together, feeling quite uncomfortable inside.

After all, the old lady was Silas’ grandmother, and with her disliking Clara, how was she supposed to get along with her in the future?

Silas gently squeezed Clara’s palm to comfort her and spoke to the old lady, "Grandma, Clara is bidding you farewell."

"I heard, I’m not deaf," Susan replied dryly, "Goodbye."

Silas and Clara accompanied the old lady to the entrance, watching as she got into the car, waving goodbye.

When the car disappeared from sight, Silas wrapped his arm around Clara, heading back inside.

Clara sighed, "Grandma really doesn’t like ."

Silas reassured her, "Don’t worry, I have a way."

"What way?"

Silas spoke gently, "Next month’s fifteenth is Grandma’s birthday. She loves collecting paintings and calligraphy. There’s an auction next Sunday with so famous pieces. We can buy one and gift it to her in your na. She’ll surely be happy."

Hearing this, Clara looked down, "Will that work?"

She didn’t have that much money.

If Silas paid for it, Grandma would definitely know, and then she might think it was her grandson’s money, liking Clara even less.

"It will work." Silas suddenly changed the subject, "Are you free tomorrow? I want to take you to et soone."

"Free."

Tomorrow was Saturday.

Clara asked, "Who are we eting?"

Silas held Clara as they walked back into the house, "Mr. Warren Cheney."

Clara was too shocked and instinctively raised her voice, "Mr. Warren Cheney!"

Silas smiled slightly, "Yes."

"You actually know Mr. Warren Cheney!" Clara’s eyes were full of amazent.

Warren Cheney was the leading scientist in the dostic communications field, a pioneer of 6G technology, and one of the founding figures in Celestia’s communications engineering sector.

To the communications world, Warren Cheney was a god-like figure.

Clara had only ever seen photos of Warren Cheney in news dia, textbooks, and professional journals, never in person.

Silas said, "Mr. Cheney is now the core researcher of our Sheffield Group’s scientific team."

!!!

Clara was too shocked to speak.

She knew the Sheffield Group was impressive, but she didn’t expect it to be this impressive!

To actually have Mr. Warren Cheney working for the company.

Silas saw her shock and puzzlent and explained, "Two years ago, Mr. Cheney’s wife was diagnosed with a terminal disease. To treat her, he exhausted all his resources, and there was no effective dicine available dostically for her condition then."

"It was a stroke of serendipity. At that ti, the pharmaceutical company under the Sheffield Group’s wing was developing a special drug. Learning about Mrs. Cheney’s illness, I spent a significant amount and invited a few leaders in the pharmaceutical field, increased the investnt, and developed the effective dicine in the shortest ti possible."

"The clinical trial results were promising, and I approached Mr. Cheney, offering to provide the life-saving dicine for free, hoping he would work for the Sheffield Group. Of course, the salary and benefits were also considerable, twice the market rate, without taking advantage of soone in need."

"I see," Clara marveled, "So, the Sheffield Group saved Mrs. Cheney’s life."

After listening, Clara gained a deeper understanding of Silas Sheffield.

They say businessn are profit-driven, but with Silas, humanitarianism ranks above profit.

Developing a life-saving drug without exploiting the situation but instead providing it for free and offering excellent salary conditions.

Had it been another profit-driven businessman, they might not have provided the drug for free, but instead would have taken advantage and made Mr. Cheney work for free.

Clara suddenly felt a deep respect for Silas.

Silas said, "I heard you ntion wanting to pursue further studies. I’m aware of the current situation dostically. Even if you get into a master’s program, you’re just working for your advisor, learning little, and the degree is rely a stepping stone to a good job; if you want to pursue academia or tech developnt, you’ll need at least a doctorate."

His words were true, and Clara knew it.

She nodded, "That’s indeed the case."

"Prepare well, I’ll take you to et Mr. Cheney tomorrow. Because of , he might be willing to take you as an apprentice."

Clara’s heart was pounding with excitent, her fingertips trembling slightly uncontrollably.

She never imagined that one day she could et Mr. Warren Cheney in person and even have the opportunity to beco his disciple!

This was both sudden and joyful!

"Thank you, darling!" Clara couldn’t help but tiptoe and wrap her arms around Silas’ neck, planting a kiss on his lips, "Mua! I really love you!"