Chapter 242 Hope and Humiliation
Harper had been waiting at home.
By ten o'clock at night, she still hadn't seen Francis.
She had no choice but to call Victor to inquire. Victor told her that Francis had already returned to Tranquil Haven Retreat and that if she needed anything, she could go there to find him.
Harper had yet to go to Tranquil Haven Retreat since the divorce.
As time ticked by, Harper decided to go to Tranquil Haven Retreat to find Francis.
Before leaving, she took a shower, opened the wardrobe, and saw a white lace dress in the corner.
It was a dress Molly had given her after learning about her divorce, saying it would help her find a better boyfriend.
Harper had never worn it because it barely covered anything, with the fabric a mere two palm-sized pieces.
After hesitating for a moment, she took it out and put it on underneath.
When she arrived at Tranquil Haven Retreat, she wondered if the security would let her in, given that she no longer had any connection to the place.
To her surprise, the security guard was very enthusiastic upon seeing her, greeting her inside with a warm face.
The security guard even said, "Mrs. Getty, we've been instructed that you're always welcome here."
Harper didn't know what to say to that.
She entered.
The familiar facial recognition lock was still on the door.
Harper leaned her face in, and the door opened itself.
She couldn't believe it. After all this time since the divorce, Francis still hadn't deleted her facial recognition data.
But then she thought, with all his properties, he probably just forgot to delete it.
After all, if he remarried, with the Getty family's wealth, they wouldn't use Tranquil Haven Retreat as their marital home; they would definitely get a new place.
Harper went upstairs with ease. The lights were off everywhere except for a faint glow coming from the bedroom.
Harper was about to knock on the door when she saw Francis through the crack. He was standing by the balcony, smoking, still in his formal attire, looking like he had just finished a social event.
From this angle, perhaps it was the faint moonlight, but he seemed to be lonely and worn out.
Lonely? That word didn't fit Francis.
Harper knocked lightly on the door. Francis exhaled a puff of smoke and turned around slowly. He wasn't surprised to see her, nor was he particularly pleased.
He wasn't surprised because Victor had already reported after the call.
He wasn't pleased because if it weren't for Molly, she wouldn't have come.
Harper would do anything for Molly, but she never cared for him that much.
With this in mind, Francis's gaze darkened.
Harper was already there and wanted to be blunt.
She walked over and called him, "Francis."
Francis stared at her without a word for a long time.
Harper broke the silence. "Could you help me get Molly out?"
She had thought it over. Even if she found Robert, she probably couldn't persuade him, but Francis definitely had a way.
Francis's thin lips twitched.
It had been his understanding that she wanted him to set a meeting with Robert. Now, her requirement had escalated to asking him to rescue Molly.
Francis raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I can, but why should I help you?"
Harper took a deep breath, walked over step by step, raised her face, and wrapped her slender arms around his neck.
"I'll give you what you want in exchange, okay?"
Francis didn't react, unmoved.
Harper felt a bit awkward and decided to go all out, raising her hands to unbutton her coat.
Francis found it glaring. He knew Harper had gone to see Keith.
It seemed Keith couldn't help her, and she came back to him.
Harper was terrifyingly realistic, which upset Francis.
"Just because you give it to me doesn't mean I want it." Francis sneered, his dark eyes filled with mockery, "You really think highly of yourself."
Harper's hands paused, the cool air inside her coat making her shiver.
She had been encouraging herself, but now, hearing Francis's humiliation, she felt completely shattered.
Francis's eyes darkened as he didn't expect Harper to wear such a revealing dress underneath, his breathing instantly heavy.
But Harper couldn't hold it anymore. Even she felt a bit shameless as it was her first time seducing a man.
But Francis's words left no room for negotiation; he wouldn't help her.
Her eyes reddened, and she immediately wrapped her coat tightly and turned to leave.
She hadn't reached the door when a large hand grabbed her, pulling her back and pinning her against the decorative cabinet.
Francis roughly tore open her coat, revealing the allure underneath, now exposed to his deep, dark eyes.
His sudden movement gave her a slight pain in her back as it hit the cabinet. She wanted to cover herself, but her hands were pinned, unable to move.
"Francis, let me go."
As soon as she spoke, her eyes reddened, and her voice choked.
Francis's eyes were filled with a mix of desire and anger. He said harshly, "Let you go so you can wear this to beg another man?"
His words degraded Harper into a wanton and shameless woman.
Harper trembled with anger, sobbing, "You're sick! Get off me!"
Francis tightly gripped her chin, forcing her to look up, mocking her,
"Couldn't Keith help you? How many times did you sleep with him? I bet he looks decent but sucks in bed. Could he give you what I can? Hmm?"
Francis's face twisted with jealousy.
Just thinking about her being pressed under, touched, and savored by another man, that Keith, made Francis burning. He couldn't bear to give it a second thought, so he just wanted to punish Harper hard.
Harper trembled with anger and mumbled, "You spy on me?"
Francis stared at Harper's tear-filled eyes, squinting. "How else would I know you're good at finding man after man for your good friend?"
His tone carried a hint of bitterness, mocking, "Harper, I really underestimated you."
These words were like a sharp blade piercing Harper's heart, making even breathing feel painful.
In the end, the pain pulled her together.
Harper frowned, her eyes wet as she said, "Francis, let me go!"
Seeing her pained expression, Francis thought he had hurt her and loosened his grip.
Harper pulled her hands back and, without hesitation, slapped him hard.
Her eyes were red. She stared at Francis. "Francis, how many men I have slept with has nothing to do with you. What makes you the one to question me?"
Suddenly, Francis's face darkened.
Harper was reminding him that they were no longer a couple.
He had no right to criticize her. His jealousy and anger were just a pathetic joke.
His heart clenched uncontrollably.
A sense of helplessness spread through Francis's body.
Harper's right hand was still shaking from the slap, her body trembling with anger.
"If you don't want to help me, just say it. Giving me hope and then humiliating me, is that what you want?"
Harper thought she could hold back, but tears of grievance fell unexpectedly.
She angrily picked up her bag and threw it at him.
"Well, you got what you wanted, you bastard!"
Harper lowered her head, quickly wiped away her tears, and turned to leave.
Francis's expression changed slightly, his heart touched by those few tears.
Reason told him to let her go; those were just deceptive tears. Harper wasn't worth it.
But his body couldn't help it. Francis moved slightly and grabbed her. "I'll help you."
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