You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 32

However, Grace George's chest heaved violently, and all her anger was concentrated there.

Since Beau Wright had already responded, who would dare to continue making trouble?

"What a pity! Tsk tsk!" Lavinia George was amazed by his gentle tone.

Kayson George snorted discontentedly, "I was almost exhausted to death that night in the bridal chamber. Isn't Beau Wright's punishment too easy?"

With a chuckle, he said lazily and elegantly, "What do you want?"

Kayson George gave a quiet cough and changed the subject. "How about playing billiards?"

Arthur Andrew looked at him and smiled faintly. "You're gutless!"

"Do you have the guts to give it a try?" Kayson George looked at him provocatively.

"I'll try again after I get married..." Arthur Andrew took it for granted. He was afraid of those pranks that night in the bridal chamber.

Kayson George rolled his eyes grumpily. "Come on, Let's not laugh at each other!"

Then, Beau Wright, Arthur Andrew, and Kayson George began to play billiards while the woman sat on the sofa and chatted.

After a while, Beau Wright got up and strode out.

Kayson George raised his head and asked in surprise, "Where are you going?"

"The toilet..." His deep voice drifted in.

Glancing over there, Grace George lowered her eyes and a dark light flashed quickly. Then she said to Harriet Smith, "Harriet, I'm going to the bathroom..."

Following behind him, Grace George deliberately kept a distance from him, neither too far nor too close, so that she would not be discovered.

Standing behind the green flowers in front of the toilet, she waited quietly.

She used to treat Harriet Smith as her best and closest friend.

But now, she didn't think so.

If Harriet Smith had treated her as her best friend, she wouldn't have lied to her today!

She had not slept well for a long time for the sake of her brother!

Moreover, she had already begged her, but Harriet Smith still had no kindness.

She was already married to Mrs. Wright, but when she faced her, Harriet Smith said that they were not familiar with each other. They had only seen each other a few times.

"If you didn't want to help me, just say it. Why did you deliberately treat me like a fool?"

Were there difficulties for marriage?

This was probably the funniest joke Grace George had ever heard! How ironic!

If Harriet Smith didn't help, did she think that Grace George wouldn't ask Mr. Wright herself?

Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fists and glanced at the tall figure out of the corner of her eye. She took a deep breath and suppressed those restless emotions.

Watching him getting closer and closer, Grace George's heart beat faster and faster, nervousness, uneasiness, shyness, and excitement filled her whole chest.

She stepped forward and whispered nervously, "Mr. Wright..."

Beau Wright paused and lifted his head. His eyes were deep as he spoke in a faint voice, "Miss George..."

Grace George's heart skipped a beat. She felt her mouth and tongue dry, but she didn't forget her business. "Mr. Wright, can you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?" Beau Wright's eyes paused for a moment, and he slightly raised his chin, indicating for her to continue.

"... It's my brother. You met him once in the bar. He... he was taken away by Jordan Moulton again. Now I don't know whether he's alive or dead. Can Mr. Wright help me help him out?"

After hesitating for a long time, she said word by word with difficulty.

"If you agree, I can do anything..."

This was an invitation from a woman to a man...