Chapter 833
“T-Then can I add you on WhatsApp?” The girl quickly took out her phone.
“I don't use WhatsApp very often. Besides, you're incredibly beautiful. Iff meet you again, I'll definitely recognize you.” Harry shot her a bright smile before waving at her and walking away.
The girl's heart raced wildly as she watched him leave.
At that moment, her friend walked over. “Hey, wake up and smell the coffee. Come on. He's a Hompton. Don't you know who his father is?”
“I do. But he accepted the key chain...” the girl murmured.
Her friend shrugged and snorted. “Don't you know what he's like? He always accepts gifts from girls because he doesn't want to hurt their feelings.”
Compared to the other arrogant and domineering wealthy heirs, Harry was a breath of fresh air.
If not for Harry's distinct surname, no one would know who his father was. Not only was he handsome, but he was also gentle and unassuming. He loved making friends but never tried to get up to no good just because of his family background.
Even if he did not come from a prominent family, many girls would still go crazy about him because of his personality and good looks.
After Harry exited the university and got into his car, his smile faded a little.
While his car stopped at a traffic light at an intersection, he wound down the window, tossed the key chain into the trash can on the roadside, then wiped his fingers with a wet wipe.
Twenty minutes later, he pulled up in front of the Hompton residence.
After getting elected as chief executive, Nigel moved into the accommodation prepared by the government while Charice and Harry remained at the double-story house located halfway up a mountain.
“Mr. Harry,” the housekeeper greeted, taking Harry's bag from him and welcoming him home.
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