The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 108

Oliver was left speechless by the sharp-tongued attack.

He wanted to retaliate, but in front of Roxanne, words always seemed to fail him.

Roxanne had a way with words that left him in the dust...

"I...”

"What are you trying to say? Not only are your words unpleasant, but now you're stammering too?"

Harrison, standing at the side, kept his cool while watching Roxanne.

How did his wife manage to be so biting with her words!

But he loved Roxanne's unflappable nature.

He didn't pay much attention to Oliver's blabbering.

After a pause, Oliver pulled out a contract from his bag and showed it to Roxanne, regaining some confidence.

"Ms. Martinez, even if you bring your poor husband here, this project is still mine."

"Look closely, Elliot already sent me the contract."

Upon seeing the contract, Roxanne started to get nervous.

If Elliot really gave the project to Oliver, then she wouldn’t have a chance today.

This was a deal that brought in tens of thousands of dollars every month.

And the profit from exports was huge.

Losing this deal would be a real bummer for Roxanne.

Oliver continued to rub it in Roxanne's face, "Ms. Martinez, do you really think that starting a new company with Chloe could pose a threat to me? You have no connections, no backing, no funds, what can you two possibly do? Sooner or later, you'll be so broke you won't even afford to rent an office, and I'll be waiting for Chloe to come crying back to me begging to get back together. All she knows is taking care of kids and housekeeping, do you think she can make it in the business world?”

Such a misogynistic jerk, Harrison thought, filled with disgust and hatred.

What a disgrace to all men.

He sauntered over to Oliver, looking at him.

Even in the cheap clothes that Roxanne bought for him, his aura was still much stronger than Oliver's.

His commanding presence made Oliver feel suffocated.

For some reason, whenever he looked directly into Harrison's eyes, Oliver felt a chill run down his spine.

His voice trembled, "what are you trying to do, looking for a fight?"

Why would Harrison need to dirty his hands with a man like Oliver?

He sneered, "how can you be so sure that the project is yours before things are settled?”

"Mr. Harrison, are you here to play golf today?"

Just as Oliver was about to retort, the golf course manager approached and greeted Harrison respectfully.

Harrison shifted his gaze, taking Roxanne's hand, "I am here with my wife."

The manager asked, "Would you like me to arrange a field for you, Mr. Harrison? Would you like your favorite Swan Lake field?"

Harrison replied, "Not for now, I'll let you know if we need it."

The manager nodded, "Alright, Mr. Harrison, just let me know whenever you need anything."

The manager noticed that Mr. Harrison's outfit was quite unusual compared to his usual attire.

Was it custom-made?

He complimented him, "Mr. Harrison, you look very good in this outfit."

"Really?" Harrison cracked a smile, "my wife picked it out for me."

The manager turned to Roxanne, "Mrs. Rodriguez, you have great taste."

Roxanne was puzzled, it was just a cheap outfit, was there really a need for such extravagant praise?

What she didn't know was that any outfit on Harrison, even a cheap one, could look like a high-end brand.

Harrison's social status was just that high.

So regardless of what he wore, the manager would always have a few nice words to say.

What confused Roxanne even more was how the manager addressed her.

She tugged at Harrison's hand, "Harrison, why did he call me Mrs. Rodriguez so respectfully?”

In a calm voice, Harrison replied, "It's a customary form of address in such upscale places."

"I see."

That made sense.

"Harrison." Roxanne tilted her head, gazing at Harrison's handsome profile, "have you been here before? They seem to know you quite well."

"Before I went bankrupt, I used to bring clients here for golf, so I guess I'm familiar. But they don't know I'm broke now."

"Alright."

Before he went bankrupt, he could afford a mansion in Seraphim Haven that cost $30,000 per square meter.

Even though the house was now seized by the bank, he was once a rich man.

So, him playing golf wasn't that strange.

Roxanne didn't think too much about it.

"Let's go meet your Russian client."

Afraid that Roxanne might steal his business, Oliver quickly followed them as Harrison led Roxanne away.

But he really had nothing to worry about.

The export deal with Russia was already secured by his brother-in-law, and all he needed to do was sign the contract.

But Harrison's words earlier made him a little wary.

He was afraid of any unexpected twists.

Thinking back on Harrison's scornful look, Oliver felt a pang of unease.

Roxanne had arrived at the place where she was supposed to meet Elliot.

She greeted him, and then it was Harrison's turn.

Harrison spoke Russian fluently.

Roxanne didn't understand a word.

But it was clear that Harrison and the client were having a good chat.

And the client was quite friendly towards Harrison.

It was a pleasant conversation, not the disaster Oliver had painted.

As someone who didn't understand a word of Russian, Roxanne was curious about what Harrison and the client had discussed.

Elliot glanced at Roxanne and nodded repeatedly, "Mr. Harrison, don't worry, I will take care of your wife's business and she won't know a thing about the inside story."

Harrison responded in Russian, "Thank you for your help."

Elliot replied, "Sir, it’s my pleasure."

Roxanne was curious. She tugged on Harrison's sleeve, "What did Elliot say?"

Harrison turned his head, looked at her and said with a smile:

"Don't worry about what Oliver said. He was just trying to scare you. Elliot still wants to work with you and he even wants to give you a 5% cut."

"Wow, really?"

What a nice surprise!

But then she frowned, "Usually when signing contracts, you try to cut down the price, why is he increasing it?"

"To assure the quality. They know if they go too cheap, the quality will be bad."

At that moment, Elliot handed over the contract.

Roxanne gave it to Harrison to have a look.

Harrison skimmed through it, "Everything seems fine. We can sign now."

Just when Oliver arrived, he saw Roxanne and Elliot were about to sign the contract.

Oliver was dumbfounded.

He quickly asked his Russian translator to tell Elliot, "Hold on! Tell Elliot that Roxanne is not reliable. Even the BMW she drives is rented. Teaming up with her will bring bad luck."

After hearing the translation, Elliot just shrugged it off.

She is not reliable?

If even Mrs. Rodriguez isn’t reliable, then who is?

Elliot was very keen on working with Mrs. Rodriguez, so he didn't pay attention to what Oliver said.

Oliver was anxious and asked his translator, "What did Elliot say?"

Oliver's translator replied, "Mr. Lewis, Elliot said that you underestimate Ms. Martinez. He said that Ms. Martinez is very powerful and he plans to have a long-term cooperation with her."

Roxanne is powerful?

Her car is rented, how could she be powerful?

Oliver wanted to argue more, but they were ignoring him.

"What if it's real?"

"I don't want that much money. A few hundred thousand or one million is already good enough. I can't even spend that much money, I prefer a simple life."

He figured that now isn't the right time to tell her about his background.

Otherwise, she might get startled.

Roxanne turned her head to look at Harrison, who was frowning, "You've just landed us this huge deal, why the long face?"

"Nothing," Harrison answered curtly, and continued driving.

She went on, "Harrison, let's return the car to Samuel. We don't need it anymore."

"He called earlier, said you can use the car for as long as you want, he's not in a rush." Harrison replied.

"No, we can't." Roxanne didn’t agree.

"He has so many cars, they'll go bad just sitting there." Harrison insisted.

"No, we should return the car to him. Actually, Chloe and I have already decided that tomorrow we'll buy a car worth around $10,000 in the company's name." Roxanne replied.

"Then I'll go with you to check out cars tomorrow." Harrison said.

"Tomorrow's Monday, you should be at work, don't take a day off because of me."

"It's fine to take a day off, I know a thing or two about cars. I can help you pick a good one so you don't get ripped off."

And so, it was decided.

Since they signed a big contract, Roxanne bought some extra groceries to celebrate with Harrison.

Just like always, they cooked together.

Because Harrison enjoyed cooking with her, Roxanne bought two aprons online.

One apron read, "Caregiver."

The other read, "Little Piglet."

Looking at the new aprons, Harrison gently pinched Roxanne's delicate cheek, "From now on, I'm your 'Caregiver'."

"Well, don't fatten me up too much then," Roxanne laughed happily.

They chatted while they cooked.

Half an hour later, the appetizer, main course and soup were ready.

Since it was a celebration, there had to be wine.

Roxanne's new house had a wine cabinet.

During the last housewarming party, Samuel gifted a few bottles of fine wine.

Roxanne went to the wine cabinet to grab a bottle.

The cabinet was high and even on her tippy toes, Roxanne couldn't reach.

Just as she was about to drag over a stool, Harrison came over and casually grabbed a bottle of red wine.

Roxanne looked up at Harrison, but inadvertently bumped into him.

She was soft and sweet, overwhelming him.

Harrison found himself losing control.

He gently wrapped his arms around Roxanne's waist.

Seeing the unusual warmth in his eyes, Roxanne cheekily smiled.

"Harrison, why do you look drunk when you haven't even had a sip?"

Harrison wasn't in the mood for jokes, he was serious, "Roxanne, didn't you say last time you wanted to try kissing?"

"But you didn't let me kiss you last time," Roxanne said.

"I want to try it too."

He had never kissed a woman before.

If anyone found out, he'd definitely be the butt of the joke.

After all, he was already 32.

He really wanted to kiss her.

He put down the bottle of wine, lifted her chin, and looked at her deeply, as if he was drawing her into a gentle vortex.

"Harrison, are you serious?" Roxanne asked nervously.

Harrison didn't answer, he lowered his head.

What answered her was Harrison's hot breath, pressing against her lips...