Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 39

"Say what?"

"They say Miss Clark has hooked up with the master of Miller Family."

Wesley became angry immediately.

Jack tried to relieve his boss, "The young master is only 17 years old. It is definitely nonsense. Miss Clark will not do such a thing, boss."

Jack did not on Harriet side, but if Wesley was in a bad mood, it would be subordinates who bore the brunt then followed by Harriet.

With a "snap" sound, Jack saw the boss breaking off the pencil in his hand, making a sharp noise in the office and letting him trembled.

"..."

At the crew of the "Deep Palace Plan" of the film and television city, Keith invited the whole crew to eat ice cream in the afternoon.

Bryant ate a cup of durian flavor. When Harriet and he acted as partners, all the scent from his mouth was durian. She almost vomited by the smell but finally she controlled herself to the end of the day.

"Stop, okay, this round is good."

Finally, Harriet's patience reached its limitation with the end of the shooting.

On the way back to the hotel, Harriet's phone rang and it was a strange local call.

Harriet frowned for a while, and pressed the answer button. An unfamiliar middle-aged woman voice came, "Is it Harriet?"

"It's me, who is speaking?"

"Do you know Wesley Smith?"

The words "Wesley Smith" gradually froze Harriet' smile.

As night fell, the prosperity of California's night scenes made people dare not look directly at it, as if they would never live forever if they were caught in this void modern life with a glance.

In a charted high-end western restaurant in the city center, in addition to the three waiters, the huge restaurant only had people sitting on a table closest to the window. The light was dim, and it looked vaguely on the face of a lady who was properly maintained.

Harriet was invited to such charted restaurant by Keith last time.

She told the water her name at the door, and the waiter ushered her through chairs in the lobby to the lady, "Mrs. Jones, Miss Clark is here."

"Have a seat." The woman raised her head and looked at her not very carefully.

Before Harriet sit close to the chair, she heard her speaking, "I asked you out as it is hard to explain myself clearly. Haven't I disturbed your work?"

"Not really. I am just off work."

Harriet looked into her eyes. She only heard her mentioning Wesley on the phone and would like to talk to her about something. She didn't know her relationship with Wesley. Was her his mother? But they didn't look similar.

The woman on the opposite side said lightly when Harriet was still wondering, "In fact, it doesn't matter if I disturb you job. After all, it's arranged by Wesley to let you do it for fun. If you really live by filming, you can't buy a house in the center of California and afford the charting of the restaurant."

Harriet was surprised and her eyes narrowed. "You investigated me? Who are you?"

Sandra sneered at her,

"As the future mother-in-law of Wesley, there is no problem I investigate the women around him, right? But Miss Clark, why don't you find a decent job as you are still young? Why do you become a mistress?"

Mother-in-law?

That meant she was the mother of Wesley's fiancée.

The word ‘mistress' hurt Harriet's heart. Although she was careless, it did not mean that she had no moral standards as she knew what she was doing. She clenched her hands.

"We both have parents. If they know what you have done, they will be shameful on you."

Harriet pinched her nails into the palm hearing what she said, but she laughed at herself and met Sandra's eyes then. "It seems that your investigation is not very detailed as you do not know that my parents died long ago."