The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon by Cheryl Rice novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

Chapter 222 

In the VIP room at the top of Holy Night, after a week apart, Harriet finally saw Molly again. 

Although Molly had been discharged from the hospital, her face was still pale. 

Molly had already learned from Selena that Harriet was the one who cured her disease. She looked around before raising her glass of water, toasting Harriet from afar. 

After finishing it, she revealed a faint smile, and everything was conveyed in silence. 

She understood Harriet, and Harriet also understood her. 

Harriet didn’t want too many people to know about this matter, so she chose not to say anything. 

Although they had only known each other for a short two months, it seemed as if they had been 

friends for a lifetime. 

With Yuri around, the atmosphere in the VIP room was lively. 

Harriet drank a bit too much and stumbled toward the restroom. 

“Do you need me to accompany you?” Delbert asked gently. 

Harriet shook her head and left while unsteadily walking. 

Concerned, Delbert wanted to follow, but Yuri and Sean each grabbed one of his arms. 

Yuri teased him, “Alright, man. Harriet is going to the women’s restroom. Do you want to follow her? Even doting on your wife needs a limit!” 

Harriet had just come out of the restroom and walked to the sink outside when she noticed a mysterious man with an imposing presence. 

The man wore a black fitted jacket with a pale complexion and delicate curly hair. 

He had a pair of seductive eyes that were both mesmerizing and bewitching, and his skin was even smoother and fairer than a woman’s. 

If not for his short hair and cool attire, Harriet would have thought he was a short–haired beauty. 

However, the man leaned on the sink and didn’t wash his hands or do anything else. It seemed as if he was waiting for someone. 

Upon approaching him, Harriet felt a familiar aura emanating from him. 

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She couldn’t help but take a few more glances at him, searching her brain to recall if she knew 

him. 

But why did she feel so familiar with him? 

His eyes rang a bell, and she felt like she had seen them before. 

As Harriet stole glances at the man, he also stared at her intently. 

Every time Harriet’s peripheral vision caught sight of him, his meaningful gaze met hers. 

Why was he looking at her in such a strange way? 

It was as if they knew each other. 

Harriet tried not to overthink it, and just as she was about to leave after washing her hands, the man finally moved. 

He slowly withdrew his gaze and murmured. “You’re Harriet, right?”