In the quiet car, Narice's voice on the other end of the phone was crystal clear, even without the speaker turned on.
Upon hearing the news, I responded in a low voice, 'Okay, I know.'
After ending the call, I frowned sadly.
The Harris family's attempt to suppress the news was expected.
It is not advisable for the matter of Carey and Mary to be handled in this manner. However, I cannot fight against the large Harris family.
Kent noticed my tense face and unintentionally side-eyed me, as if going with the Harris family was a difficult task. His handsome face sank, and he spoke in a cold voice, 'Why do you look bitter and hateful? If you do not want to go to the Harris family, you can say so directly. Otherwise, it seems like I am forcing you to go.'
I froze and quickly explained, "It's not because of going to the Harris family." I was confused.
Kent's expression relaxed upon hearing this, indicating that the incoming call was related to that matter.
He turned to look out the car window and said, "Don't worry, what you're concerned about won't happen."
What did he mean?
The car arrived at the Harris family's grand and spectacular main residence shortly after.
Two figures got out of the back seat one after the other.
I turned around and closed the car door smoothly. A big hand beside me immediately reached out and naturally held my right hand.
My body was stunned, and I subconsciously wanted to break free, but the grip of that big hand tightened. At the same time, I received a very oppressive cold look from Kent.
I settled down and walked with him towards the house door.
I've been to the Harris family's main house before since I've been dating Carey for three years.
However, each time I feel uncomfortable, especially with the arrogant and indifferent look of Carey's parents. I tremble in fear of what I might have done wrong.
Contrary to Kerry's statement, Grandpa Pinel, who was described as uncommunicative and unapproachable, showed a kind and amiable side when he met me. This made me feel more at ease.
If I'm not mistaken, Kent brought me to the Harris family today to announce their engagement.
As they entered the house, the butler greeted them with a smile, his eyes fixed on the visitors and the hands they were shaking. His face flushed with excitement.
I greeted him politely, saying, 'Hi, Linny.'
Kent stood beside me, his face expressionless. He spoke briefly, 'Linny, is Grandpa available to see us now?'
The butler nodded and turned to me, asking politely, 'Is Ms. Miriam here to see Carey?'
Before I could answer, Kent interrupted in a deep voice, 'She's with me. Lead the way.'
The butler was taken aback but didn't ask any further questions. He simply replied, 'Yes,' and turned to show us the way.
We walked through the lavishly decorated and clean aisles to the living room area. Kent looked around but didn't see Kerry. Suddenly, he asked, 'Linny, has Grandpa Pinel gotten over it yet?' 'Not yet,' replied the butler who walked ahead.
'Young Master Carey knelt for a day yesterday, and His Lordship is just determined not to see him.'
Kent snorted coldly at those words.
Carey was expected to kneel until Grandpa Pinel saw him, but he eventually gave up. It appears that determination is nothing more than this.
Kent noticed me beside him, and I was pursing my red lips slightly with a sullen expression. Kent sneered coldly and asked, 'What? Heartbroken to hear that he's been kneeling all day?'
Only two people heard the voice. I frowned and glared at him, saying, 'Don't label me. You're overthinking it!'
Afterward, I realized I was too reckless in front of him and quickly looked away. I added in a small voice, 'I couldn't possibly be heartbroken for him. We don't have a relationship anymore.'
Kent looked interested and satisfied with her answer, hooking his lips in a vivid expression.
The butler led us to the domestic elevator. We arrived at a closed study on the second floor. Kent opened the door and we entered the study together.
He knocked on the door and informed Grandpa Pinel that Kent and I had come to visit.
After a few moments, an old man's voice came from the study, 'Come in.'
Pinel Harris stood beside the desk, holding a Chinese brush and practicing Chinese characters on the paper.
Grandpa Piniere, the most authoritative member of the Harris family, had long since withdrawn from the group's operations but continued to advise them behind the scenes.
Piñel had transformed the small Harris family into one of the most powerful capitals in the country. I saw a hint of majesty in him.
As I was about to greet Kent, he tightened his grip on my hand, signaling me not to speak.
I looked at him in confusion as he shook his head gently.
Grandpa Pinel heard the commotion and looked up to see two men
holding hands in front of him.
Kent met his gaze and said, "Grandpa, Miriam and I got our license yesterday, and I came over today to tell you about it."
Pinel was stunned, gripping his quill tightly and looking incredulous.
The study was eerily quiet for a while, with a depressing atmosphere.
I felt worried and looked up to see Pi Neier pick up a heavy ink stone near Kent's desk.
In the next second, Piñel slammed it heavily towards Kent.
My heart raced as I instinctively pulled the man next to me back.
Suddenly,
a loud 'Bang!' echoed through the air as the heavy inkstone shattered where Kent had just been standing.
Pinel's voice broke the silence, 'This is simply nonsense! Do you think the Harris family needs any more trouble right now?'
Kent couldn't help but look at me one more time before turning back to Pinel and saying in a subdued tone, 'I didn't mean that.'
He then took me by his side and said, 'It seems that you're not in a very good mood today, so we'll come over to visit next time.'
Before I could react, I was led away from the study.
As soon as the door closed, I heard a rattling sound of things being smashed from inside. It appeared that Grandpa Pinel was infuriated.
I followed Kent's footsteps silently, and we returned the same way we came.
It was evident that Kent had intentionally come over to add to the chaos.
Was he itching to see the Harris family's joke?
The two had already returned to the first floor.
As he walked towards the entrance hall, he saw an upright figure in front of him.
His expression changed as he recognized the person.
'Miriam!' Kerry exclaimed, walking quickly towards them. 'Did you come to see me? I just went to your house looking for you!'
As he approached, he saw Kent and me holding hands. His face instantly sank, and he sorrowfully asked, 'What do you mean by this?'
Instead, I pull Kent's hand as I try to pass by, but Carey blocks my way.Carey's eyes glaze over, and he quickly clutches my wrist with a force so heavy that it seems to crush my bones. He asks, 'Miriam, when did you get so close to this guy? Shouldn't you give me an explanation?'I do not respond. Before I can say anything, another big hand beside me directly grabs Carey's hand away from me. A cool and calm male voice penetrates a hint of oppression, 'Be polite to my wife.'Kerry's pupils suddenly shrunk when the words fell. He didn't react for a moment.My wrists were pinched red, and a big hand swept over my shoulders, shielding me at my side to form a protective circle. Then, I was quickly led away, leaving Kerry standing in the same place in dismay.The low-profile Buick pulled away from the Harris family's main residence shortly after.Inside the car, I breathed a sigh of relief. The man reminded me, 'Since you said you have nothing to do with Carey anymore, I hope you'll keep
My eyelids fluttered, and I hurriedly made a silent gesture, pulling her out of the hallway in front of the editor-in-chief's office and saying helplessly, "We'll just have to take our chances.If I really can't make it, I'll find another place to go.At that time, inside the president's office of the Jonah Group.A young man dressed as an assistant respectfully reported, "Boss, the newspaper side has followed our side's request, rejected the Harris family's offer to delete the report, and the story about Kerry Harris has regained its hotness, hanging in the conspicuous position of the hot search list.Not far from the desk, the reserved and elegant man nodded in satisfaction and turned to hand out a document, "This contract to me to find a way to snatch it from the Harris Group."The assistant stepped forward and took it, "Yes."Kent Harris narrowed his eyes, "Is there any movement on the Harris family side?"Assistant: "Pinel Harris is still upset, your father ...... no, it's Kerry
I didn't realize he was making fun of me. I really thought he wanted to do something before he gave up. So, I gritted my teeth, sat up straight, and quickly kissed the thin lips that were close at hand.Kent froze at my sudden demeanor and then stared at me with a subtle expression. His inscrutable eyes made me wonder what he was thinking.I innocently raised my eyes and asked, 'Is this okay?'The assistant in the front seat did not dare to break the silence and could only try to hold back laughter.The boss's embarrassing scene is uncommon, especially this one that looks like he is being harassed by this woman.The atmosphere in the car was extremely quiet.Seeing that Kent was still unmoved, I assumed he didn't know what to do. With my face turning red, I whispered, 'That's all I can do.'I made sure to glance at the driver's seat and reminded them, 'There are other people in the car.'Please stop driving recklessly.Only two people heard the sound, and Kent, not realizing the serio
I smiled weakly and stumbled back, "I, I just want to know something about the president of Jonah Group ......".So I wanted to pay him back by helping him with this massage as a favor.Upon hearing this, Kent laughed in anger and clenched his teeth fiercely, "You're really dedicated!"The pressure of a massage could still bring out a fire in him, this woman was constantly challenging his stamina!I raised my eyebrows in annoyance and said, "This job is very important to me. If I can finish a relevant story about the president of the Jonah Group, I can keep my job.Kent was silent for a moment and abruptly asked, "What do you want to know?"My eyes lit up and I turned my head to look at him, "I want to know some basic information about him, is that okay?"Kent, helpless, gave away a little, "He's married and about my age."I looked astonished, "Looks like a president who married young!"After a pause, I continued curiously, "And what does he look like?"Kent's eyes glazed over and he
Kent nodded.My eyes flashed. I was about to make a mental note in my little notebook of that key point. However, Kent coldly reminded me that I couldn't add the kind of car he has and the license plate number to the story.I instantly made up my mind and said, 'OK.'When I arrived at the newspaper office, I familiarized myself with my workstation and began to write the story about the president of the Jonah Group.The limited information obtained was enough to introduce the accomplishments of the Jonah Group president in the business world. The two pieces of real information were then presented in the concluding paragraph.I submitted the story before noon, which was unexpected byHanniella, the editor-in-chief.Hanila was surprised when she looked at the completed article on the computer. She spoke to me with a serious tone, warning me that spreading false information could lead to prosecution. The report's target is the president o
Outside the gate of the villa, a black Rolls Royce pulled up. Inside the car, my face was pale, my eyes fell on the tablet computer screen in front of me, my head was blank. And at that moment the screen was playing in real time the intense images of a pair of naked men and women having crazy sex, and from time to time the sound of women screaming and laughing lustfully came out. She turned her head to look out the window at the villa and saw two figures recklessly embracing each other through the curtains behind the brightly lit windows on the first floor. Suddenly feeling a little suffocated, I continued to watch the video of the man and woman in a frenzied caress. At the same time, a woman's flirtatious voice came from the tablet: "Honey, is it really okay for us to be like this? Tomorrow you're going to get your licence with my sister, shouldn't you be spending more time with her right now?" The man laughed softly as he thrust his cock hard into the woman's cunt, his
I suddenly felt a bit suffocated, and in my fear, I fell back on those words. Yes, Kent had no status in the Harris family even if he had no status at all, then he was still the son of the Harris family. If I want to avoid Carey's retaliation in a short period of time, I have to find a person who can fight against the Harris family's background to take refuge. But I came from an ordinary background, so naturally, I couldn't possibly know someone who was even more powerful than the Harris family background, but there was someone from the Harris family right in front of me! Thinking of this, I met the pair of cold eyes, cheekily asked back, "Do you want to marry me?" Not realising I'd taken the joke seriously, Kent snorted coldly, the contempt in his eyes evident, "I don't want just any woman, let alone one who's been sleeping with Carey for three years." I tightened the hand at my side and calmly returned, "You know, why Carey cheated on me? It's because I never had
Carey's expression froze, "What do you mean?" Mary, who was beside him, also changed her face, and a strange light flashed in her eyes. "RING!" A mobile phone caller ring suddenly intervened the stagnant atmosphere. Carey took out his mobile phone, the screen showed the landline phone number of Harris' house, his pupils shrunk, and he hurriedly went to the side first to answer it. The person on the other end of the phone seemed to say something to him, and I could see Carey's face tense with flesh. And then he hung up and hurried back to me, "I need to go home now." Although he still hadn't figured out what I had just said, the most important thing right now was a trip home. After a pause, he looked at me fondly, his tone serious: "Miriam, don't think about it for a while, don't easily listen to rumours on the internet, I'll come over to find you again in the evening." I snorted coldly in the bottom of my heart and indifferently averted my face. If I ha