"Miss George" Beau Wright put away his phone and greeted her lightly.
"Mr. Wright." Grace George immediately stood up, her cheeks slightly red and a little uneasy.
"Where's Harriet?"
Grace George was stunned. "Harriet, why is Chairman Wright calling her so intimately?"
"She went to get coffee..." After a long while, she couldn't suppress the great confusion in her heart and finally asked, "Mr. Wright seems to be very familiar with Harriet?"
"We indeed know each other well..." He raised his eyebrows, twitched his thin lips, and said, "We are already married..."
Grace George's face changed dramatically. His heart felt as if it had been pierced by a needle. Blood was gushing out and she was short of breath.
Then, when she thought of Harriet Smith just saying that word "unfamiliar", she clenched her fists and buried them deep into the tender flesh in her palm, leaving a mark.
Was she deliberately making fun of her? At this time, Harriet Smith came over with two cups of coffee. When she saw Beau Wright, she was shocked and stunned. "Why are you here?"
Then, she glanced at Grace George tentatively and nervously. Did she already know the relationship between me and Beau Wright?
Grace George naturally noticed Harriet Smith's stare and suppressed the sharp and painful emotions in her heart. She forced a smile and said, "Harriet, why didn't you tell me when you got married? I have been waiting for your wedding candy..."
It turned out that she already knew it. Beau Wright must have told her...
However, judging from her attitude, she didn't take it to heart. She could even make fun of her, so Harriet Smith let go of her worries.
Taking Grace George's hand, she looked serious and apologetic. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide this matter. I have my own difficulties."
Difficulties?
She married such a man, and she said she had difficulties is this deliberately ironic Grace George?
Grace George sneered in her heart, but forced a smile on her face, very gentle.
"Silly girl, what's there to be sorry about? Happy marriage. He must have something to tell you. Hurry up."
Harriet Smith smiled, turned around, and looked at Beau Wright, only to find that he looked lazy. He raised her thin lips and looked at her calmly. He asked, "I'm a little curious about Mrs. Wright's difficulties. Why don't you tell me, Mrs. Wright..."
“……”
He did it on purpose! She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and glared at him!
"Kayson and Senya came back on their honeymoon and asked us to have dinner together..."
Beau Wright stopped teasing her. He moved his thin lips and glanced at Grace George again. His voice was faint and gentle. "Miss George, come with us..."
Grace George bit her lip and hesitated. "Is it inconvenient?"
"Since it's a dinner party, there's nothing inconvenient about it. Let's go together..." Harriet Smith reached out and pulled Grace George over to the car.
The dinner party was held at the Charmed Bar.
In the presidential suite, Martin George and Senya were sitting on the sofa, while Arthur Andrew and Lavinia George were playing billiards.
Lavinia George's high heels were ten centimeters high and she was wearing a hip-length dress.
"Lavinia George, do you know what you look like now? You seem to want sex and feel unfulfilled Senya clicked her tongue.
"I think you've been nourished too much. It's ridiculous. There's a long line of men chasing me, will I be short of men?"
Lavinia George sneered disapprovingly.
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