Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“Zoe, is Mr. Clark Harris in his office?” Whitney asked.

Since she was here as the law firm’s representative, she had to act properly.

Otherwise, she would’ve just barged right in and kicked Carter’s office door open herself

“Ms. Moore, Mr. Harris is in a meeting right now. Would you mind waiting in the lounge? Zoe replied.

Whitey’s eyes narrowed. “Oh? But Mr. Harris rushed me over like it was an emergency. I almost thought Harris Groo on the verge of collapse”

Zoe was caught off guard and could only force a smile, saying nothing.

“What is up with today? Mr. Harris is acting weird enough, but now even Ms. Moore is getting marky, Zoe troughs Whitney wasn’t about to give Zoe a hard time, so she simply said, “Zoe, just take me to the lounge, will you? I’ve got cont this afternoon, so I can only wait for half an hour. Let Mr. Harris know I’m waiting for him, okay?”

Whitney sat in the lounge, scrolling through the latest buzz about Harris Group’s staff shake–ups. Sure enough, the top headline was all about Klein coming back to take over and overhaul the company,

Whitney stared at Klein’s photo. Even through a screen, she could practically feel the vibe of authority radiating off him

And that day, she’d totally lost her composure and cried like a baby in front of him.

She couldn’t stand to think about it. She wished she could just erase that whole embarrassing scene from her memory.

At the same time, Whitney silently begged she’d never run into Klein again for the rest of her life.

The lounge door was left ajar, so the employees passing by didn’t notice anyone inside. They just stood outside, whispering gossip.

“Hey, did you guys see that? Is that Mr. Harris’s fiancée in his office right now? She’s so sweet. Mr. Harris is actually making her coffee himself,” one of them whispered.

“Don’t be silly. That’s his sister. You newbies probably don’t know, but Mr. Harris is famous for treating his sister like a princess,” another chimed in.

“Wait, isn’t his sister adopted? With his beloved adopted sister around, after Mr. Harris brings his bride in at the end of the month, guess we’ll have some fresh gossip to snack on,” someone else teased,

Whitney put away her phone, her palm tightening slightly.

“So he left me hanging for half an hour just to stay with his sweetheart in his office?‘ Whitney thought, fuming.

She got up, pushed open the lounge door, and headed straight for Carter’s office.

Zoe had just finished sending an email when she saw Whitney storming over, fire in her eyes, heading straight for Carter’s office.

Zoe rushed to block her path. “Ms. Moore, Mr. Harris is meeting a guest right now. Would you mind waiting just a bit longer?”

Whitney gave Zoe a frosty side–eye. “You said he was in a meeting, now he has a guest? Mr. Harris must be a real master of

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time management”

Totally fed up. Whitney ignored Zoe and stormed right in, throwing open the office door.

Carter was startled when someone suddenly barged in.

Just moments before, he’d been holding a tube of burn cream, gently tending to the woman on the couch.

Zoe looked helpless and explained, “Mr. Harris, Ms. Moore insisted on coming in. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen.”

Zoe shot Whitney a bitter look, secretly holding a grudge against her.

Carter frowned at Whitney. “Zoe, you can leave. Since Ms. Moore is already here, let me talk to her.”

“Great, with Emily here, I can finally give Whitney a piece of my mind about yesterday, Carter thought.

Whitney crossed her arms, flashing a sly grin on her face. “Oops, sorry for barging in on your sweet moment.

“But Mr. Harris, I seriously thought you called me over so urgently because you had some emergency. Didn’t expect you wanted me to watch you take care of your dear sister.”

Carter and Emily both froze, looking awkward at Whitney’s jab.

“Whitney, you’ve got it all wrong,” Emily said, trying to sound innocent. “My mom asked me to bring Carter some soup he had that accident the other day. She just wants him to get better. I didn’t know you were coming too…”

“Ugh, what a sweet adopted sister. I’m gonna throw up,‘ Whitney thought.

“Emily, you don’t have to explain yourself to her for coming here,” Carter said.

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“But you.” Carter’s eyes were cold as ice. “Whitney, we still haven’t settled what happened yesterday. Because of you, Emily almost got blisters. You hurt my sister on purpose. You must apologize to her now.”

Whitney let out a mocking snort, glancing at Emily’s so–called injury. That was just a tiny red dot, barely the size of a fingernail–not even close to the marks on Whitney’s neck.

“Mr. Harris, let me give you a quick legal lesson,” Whitney said. “You need at least a second–degree minor injury for it to count as intentional harm. Why don’t you get her examined? If you wait any longer, her injury might heal before you even get there.

“And as for yesterday? At best, it was just a public disturbance. Emily and her friend started it. If they hadn’t come looking for trouble, none of this would’ve happened.

“Maybe you should tell your sweetheart to stay far away from me from now on.”

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