Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 61

The blond handsome dude was blue in the face at that moment, but he quickly changed his mood, smiling flatteringly toward Harriet Clark.

“Where is my friend?” Harriet Clark thought of Molly Bush.

“She’s out there. We did nothing to her.” Several henchmen replied immediately to avoid kicking their ass.

They followed Brother Furry and then bullied other people at ordinary times. They did not expect that one day they would run into a stone wall.

Harriet thought herself as a bad guy, seeing those people whom she cannot be trifled with. If they called police, the situation would be messier. Under this circumstance, she preferred to settle the matter out of the court.

She looked at Wesley Smith. “Mr. Smith, what I say really counts?”

“Yep.” At this point, Wesley Smith’ phone rang so he walked toward the door and answered.

Harriet Clark said to the blond guy, “This time let it pass. I hope you can educate your friends well and assure they won’t bother me in the future. Or...”

Her eyes turned sharp, shooting the guy.

The guy nodded, assured seriously, “You have my word.”

Then he took a card and passed it to Harriet Clark, “My phone number is on it. If you get involved in a tricky matter, you can call me.”

Tricky matters were the last thing Harriet Clark wanted in this planet. But she still took it due to his special identity.

“Thanks.” Harriet turned around and strode towards to door.

Brother Furry just stood there and watched her walk away.

Waiting for all the other people leaving, he ran to the blond dude at once, “Brother, I just play with a woman. Do you have to do that?

“Humph!” The blond guy slapped his forehead hard, “I think you’re used to ride roughshod over abroad. Go and see what the place is. If you are trifled with the Smiths, you even don’t know how you died. Don’t mess with the Smiths, or I can’t save you.”

“Bother, it’s my fault. Please don’t leave me alone.” Brother Furry apologized right away, feeling so unlucky to meet Harriet Clark.

“If you do not stir up trouble, I won’t leave you alone.”

When came out, Harriet saw Molly Bush at once. She rushed toward her, “Molly, are you okay?”

Molly Bush shook his head and got a glimpse of Wesley Smith behind Harriet, “I heard a fight inside. Mr. Smith, he came out of there too...”

Harriet explained it lest Molly though too much, “Yes, Mr. Smith helped me.”

“Hey, what a coincidence! Last time you had a car accident, it was also Mr. Smith...”

“It was Assistant Moor. I said I was Assistant Moor’s friend, so he helped me.” Harriet interrupted her lest she made wild guesses.

“Oh.” Molly Bush learned that, and she stole a glance at Wesley Smith regretfully, “I heard about that Mr. Smith is the largest shareholder of Pleasure Media. You are literally our boss. Kind of...”

“Yeah. So what? Time to go home right now.”

Didn’t wait for Molly Bush to answer. Harriet Clark walked to Wesley Smith. After waiting for him finishing answering telephone, she said, “Mr. Smith, today, thank you.”

He glanced at Molly Bush along with lightly frowning.

“Um. I gotta go home.” Not knowing what, Molly Bush has a ominous presentiment.

As expected, a cold and hard voice came when she just turned around, “Well. Just walk away?”

Harriet Clark stopped and bit her lips, and turned to him, “Is there something I can do for you?”

Her attitude made Wesley Smith uncomfortable.

“Do not go to a bar afterwards.” He walked to her. Harriet might consider that he cares about her.

“Oh.” A sense of loss which Harriet did not notice in her voice, she just stood there.

Harriet knew, the reason why Wesley said so was that he didn’t like other people to touch his stuff.

She smiled ironically, because she was the “stuff”.

Molly Bush didn’t dare to move nearer to her. Molly ran to her hurriedly until Wesley Smith was some distance away, “What were you talking about?”