A Promising Youth

Chapter 39 Did You Have Sex?!

When I returned to the workshop in the afternoon, I had made some arrangements with the garment

production. Then I went straight to the school.

Clara was right. The principal put the future of the school on me, I can't let them down. More

importantly, this was my best chance to contact Brian and explore the clues of the Master’s case!

As for Clara, it was all up to fate!

If she really had done something with Marcel that shouldn't have happened and was got caught, it

would only be her fault!

I'd helped her, I'd tried, and I'd repaid her favor to me.

“Teacher, are we corny?”

A little shy and timid girl in the rehearsal room asked me.

“No, you look beautiful, everyone is beautiful.”

I smiled at the children, looking at their outdated clothes, thin faces and unkempt hair, which was like

seeing myself as I once was.

Once, I was as poor as they were. I was confident and even had to face violence from my family, but

now I understood that nothing was set in stone. If you worked hard and fought with reality, one day we

would live the way we liked.

The girl said, Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Teacher, I'm afraid!”

“Afraid of what?” I asked.

“I'm afraid we won't be able to win this competition.”

She said with her head down, sadly.

“Don't be afraid. You are still young and there will be endless possibilities in the future, so you must be

hopeful that tomorrow will be better!”

I auditioned the kids one by one that day and divided them into three groups - bass, alto and soprano.

The children were talented singers, but they didn't have the musical background, so I could only teach

them patiently.

Clara left from home early the next morning, and when she left, she didn't even tell me.

I went to the factory in the morning, and stayed at the school in the afternoons and evenings.

It was only on the second day of Clara's business trip that the factory suddenly got busy, it was trying to

produce a batch of work uniforms.

I approached the head of production and asked.

“What's going on here? Whose work clothes?”

He handed me a cigarette and said.

“You don't know? Miss Clara has a big order to make uniforms for Fengjiang Industry. It's a big factory,

and they want more than 2,000 pieces at a time! This batch of work will make our factory rich.”

“Has the contract been signed? Did they pay advance payment?”

I continued.

“Sure, Clara has at least been the chairman for a few years, how could she neglect this?”

It was true that Clara would go through the formalities, but I didn't expect that she'd end up letting

someone cheat her!

And the person who cheated her was Marcel!

For three days in a row, although I was busy, I worried about her, afraid that Marcel that bastard would

do something to her!

And another difficulty was about the kids in the chorus class, who all sang well and learnt fast, but were

nervous!

They sang well in the rehearsal room, but once they got to school and performed for everyone, they

were nervous and made all kinds of mistakes.

I was angry at them and it made the kids cry!

Then I thought I was wrong.

Tension could not be changed overnight.

It came from growing up, from an inner inferiority complex, from a lack of experience. Didn't I used to

be too nervous to speak when I was in a crowded place?

Later I apologized to the kids and bought them lollipops.

I looked at them and asked with a smile.

“Who would you most like to sing to after you learn to sing?”

Those children replied almost in unison.

“Mom and Dad!”

“Are you guys nervous if you sing to them?”

I asked.

“No.”

A little boy said mischievously.

Suddenly I had an idea, and I told them.

“So tonight, let's go to the factory together and sing it to your parents, okay?”

The kids were thrilled to hear this and I thought it was the best way to overcome their fears and nerves.

I went back to the office in the evening, asked a few workers to build a simple little stage, and informed

the principal to send the kids over after school.

After all this, I returned to the office. Before I could sit down, Clara brought Nancy and the leader in

charge of production into the office.

“Back so soon?”

Although I had some problem with her, I still couldn't stop the joy in my heart when I saw her again.

But she deliberately ignored me but asked the production manager.

“How's the production going with the work uniform assignment? They want the goods in tomorrow

morning. We can't delay.”

The manager said, “Don't worry, Miss Clara, in another hour, over 2,000 sets of worker uniforms will be

put in the warehouse, waiting to be shipped tomorrow!

We've made a fortune this time. We've used up all the raw materials!

Clara took a sip of water, sat down at her desk and said with a slight sigh of relief.

“Thanks to Marcel, our company's profit will directly double.”

After saying that, she deliberately glanced at me and turned to the manager.

“You go first, and remember ship the goods tomorrow morning. It is a big company and they care about

efficiency.”

The manager turned and left happily. Then Clara looked at me and said.

“Thank you for looking after the company for me while I was away.”

But I looked at her, wondering whether she had sex with Marcel or not.

Maybe she had?

She liked Marcel, and this time Marcel helped her, she would like to climb into his bed, right?

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and asked.

“Clara, did you have sex with Marcel?”

She slapped the table at once.

“What do you mean?! Besides, it is none of your business.”

“I'm asking you, did you have sex with him or not?!”

I sprang to my feet. It was important to me, not only for my feelings for her, but also for ‘General Grey’.

“Baster! Matteo, don't think you can insult me wantonly because you helped me. Even if I had sex with

him, it is my business!”

She stood up looked at me and said through gritting teeth.

When I was about to speak, Nancy said.

“Matteo, don't think blindly. I've been with Miss Clara during her business trip these few days. Nothing

happened between her and Mr. Marcel. I was the one who slept with Miss Clara at night.”

What?

No way.

Marcel was treacherous. How could he give up such a good opportunity?! And if he got Clara's nude

photos, I really might deal with him.

But Clara said.

“Matteo, Marcel is not you, his character is much better than yours. From today onwards, I hope you

treat him with respect!

Don't slander him.”

None of us expected that Clara would still defend Marcel, and later Marcel's true face was instantly

revealed!

He almost got Clara killed!