Chapter 1961
Dior examined the footage the moment she received it.
True enough, it showed Sonia and George talking about their little deal. It also showed how Dior was telling the truth while they both ganged up on her.
Dior's frail heart felt as though it was rejuvenated once more, feeling as though blood was once more pumped into her heart. Her dull eyes devoid of hope regained their lost luster once more.
Not thinking twice, she dialed Harry's number with this evidence, though he had to be busy, seeing as he did not pick up even after the phone rang for a long while.
Just as she was about to hang up, Harry picked up the phone.
"What do you want?"
On the other end of the call was the voice that she had missed for so long. His low, hoarse voice sounded so cold and emotionless.
Hearing his voice brought Dior back to the image of his handsome face, and her heart skipped a beat.
She tried her best to restrain her fluttering emotions as she tried to speak calmly, "Do you have time? I’d like to meet up with you-" "No," interjected Harry coldly before Dior could even finish.
Dior froze like a deer caught in the headlights.
She held her phone tightly and pursed her lips, blurting, "I have an important thing to say to you." Worried that he would deny her again, she quickly added, "I won't bother you after this, and I'll never appear in your way ever again." 1
Guy sat opposite his sister, who treated this man so humbly and cautiously. Guy’s heart sank, evidently worried about his naive sister.
Harry hesitated for a moment, as if he was convinced by her promise that she would not bother her again, and curtly relented, "Time and place."
Dior felt relieved upon hearing Harry’s response. "Eight o’clock tonight, at Scent Restaurant," she replied.
Harry thus hung up without responding.
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