My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 818

Florence looked at Phoebe, who was standing there stiffly with an embarrassed look on her face. When she glanced at the seat, she immediately understood what was going on.

"Phoebe, take a seat..."

When Florence was about to stand up and make room for Phoebe, Ernest pressed her down again.

He said to Phoebe, "there's no need to serve the drinks. We don't have much time. We have to discuss something important. Have a seat."

With the last two words, Ernest casually pointed to the place beside Stanford.

He looked so elegant as if he was the owner of this place.

Phoebe couldn't refuse.

Since he had said so, if she didn't sit down, she seemed to be hypocritical. Even the atmosphere would become awkward.

She glanced at Stanford and sat down next to him stiffly.

The chair was not very big. Even if Phoebe sat on the edge, the distance between the two was not too far.

She sat straight, as if she could feel the breath of Stanford.

Phoebe didn't even dare to look at him.

Stanford calmly glanced at Phoebe. Seeing her sitting so close to him and wishing to be one hundred and eight thousand miles away from him, he couldn't help frowning.

She just didn't want to get close to him?

Did he irritate her?

He was in a bad mood.

Because of the different thoughts of the two people, the atmosphere in the room was obviously low.

Sitting opposite to Stanford, Collin looked at his sullen face and didn't dare to say anything.

The atmosphere was tense.

Florence also frowned slightly and looked at Phoebe and Stanford uneasily.

There must be something wrong with the two of them.

As for Ernest, he didn't feel uncomfortable with the atmosphere at all, as if he didn't notice it at all.

He looked at Phoebe and asked indifferently, "Tell me about the rich second generation."

Speaking of business, Phoebe felt a little better.

She said in a hurry, "His name is Kieran Harris, a playboy who just came to City N a few days ago. It is said that he came here for fun. Judging from his expenses, he has a strong economic background. He should be a member of a big family.

But it's strange that he doesn't tell others where his family is and what kind of family it is. There are many other families whose family name is Harris in other cities. I tried to find them, but I haven't found out where he is from yet. "

Hearing this, Florence couldn't help saying, "Generally speaking, no one will hide his or her own family. This kind of rich children are even more eager to show off their own family.

Now that he doesn't tell you, is it possible that he doesn't have a family behind him? Is he lying? The reason why he has so much money may be that he is doing something illegal."

Maybe he had committed a crime in another City, so he came to the city N for fun. No one knew him and his background.

Phoebe shook her head and said, "I don't think he is a person who does anything illegal. The upper class etiquette he has cultivated from an early age can't be faked."

"Well, you really know him well."

Stanford said coldly.

The temperature in the room dropped several degrees all of a sudden, and it was a little chilly.

Phoebe's face turned pale and embarrassed.

Did Stanford take her as a cheap woman? Did he think that she used her body to get what she wanted?

"Two days."

Stanford interrupted Phoebe in a low voice, "I'll find some clues in two days."

Phoebe looked at Stanford in a daze. His firm attitude made her unable to refute anymore.

She didn't know whether he disdained to use this method or he was confident in his own strength.

Florence looked at Stanford up and down and whispered in Ernest's ear, "Do you think it's easy to find out the information about Kieran in two days?"

"It's hard."

Ernest replied in a low voice with a playful smile in his eyes. "This is the most impulsive thing to do."

The most impulsive way?

Florence's eyes widened in surprise. Ernest said it was impulsive, and Stanford must have known it was an impulsive choice, but he still wanted to take the risk.

But why…

Looking at the Phoebe again, she seemed to understand something.

Her brother really cared about Phoebe. No matter what kind of emotion he had, he wouldn't allow Phoebe to risk her life alone and forced herself to be Kieran’s girlfriend.

The plan was rejected. Phoebe frowned with worry.

"What about the party tonight? I have promised to be his female companion."

Even if she lost her plan, tonight was still her father's birthday party. She couldn't mess it up. She had to hold it perfectly.

Displeasure flashed across Stanford's eyes

"I'll be your partner."