Chapter 290 This Sly Fox
Francis looked indifferent. "Don't worry, I won't make you do anything. Just for this month, don't avoid me. Whenever you're free, be with me."
He just wanted more time together.
Harper snapped, "No way!"
She didn't want to spend any time with Francis, not even a day.
Francis smirked. "If you file for divorce, our legal team can drag it out for years. If you still want to go that route, the door's right there."
He went back to his document, clearly saying, "I don't care."
Harper fumed, "Mr. Getty, are you that desperate for a woman? I'll hire one for you. I'll pay—five hundred thousand or five million, whatever."
Francis glanced at her. "I don't need another woman, just you."
His eyes were the same as that day in bed.
Harper's face turned red with anger. "Shameless, scoundrel, bastard, rogue."
Francis cut her off coldly. "Need I remind you, you're the one begging for a divorce?"
Harper clammed up. 'This sly fox!' she cursed silently in her head.
It was just one month. She'd make him regret it. In ten days, he'd be the one asking for a divorce.
She added her conditions. "Fine, but don't bother me when I'm busy."
"Deal," Francis agreed.
Harper stood up. "I gotta go."
Francis frowned. "Not today. Stay in the office with me."
He emphasized "stay," making Harper even angrier.
"I'm busy today," she said.
"It's the weekend. What are you busy with?"
Harper scrambled for an excuse. "Why wouldn't I be busy on the weekend? I have to..."
Francis interrupted, "Then our negotiation is pointless. Let's forget it."
Harper was stunned.
That wouldn't do!
She quickly cooperated. "Today counts as a day, right?"
Francis's eyes darkened.
They were in the same room but on different pages.
One wanted to keep her, the other wanted to leave.
"Yes," he said.
"Then I can't stay here with your employees coming and going; it's embarrassing." That was an excuse. Harper wasn't worried about reputation; she just didn't want to be with him.
Francis saw through her. "It doesn't matter."
He wanted everyone to know she was his wife.
Francis had to go to a meeting. He got up and said, "If you need anything, ask Victor."
Harper nodded.
As soon as Francis left, Harper sneezed, opened the window, and said, "Why's the air so stuffy? Can I rearrange the room?"
Knowing she was Francis's wife, Victor replied respectfully, "Sure."
But soon, Victor regretted it.
All afternoon, the workers were in and out. Even the boss of the interior design company was stunned by Francis's new preferences: green sofas, green office chairs, green filing cabinets, green carpets.
What had happened to Francis? Why the sudden obsession with green?
In one afternoon, Harper spent hundreds of thousands turning Francis's office into a green forest.
When Victor finished his work and came back, he almost thought he was in the wrong room. He went in and out, checking to make sure he was in the right place. The room was filled with green light, almost blinding him.
Francis finished his meeting and saw Victor standing still. "What's going on?" he asked.
Victor stammered, "Mr. Getty!"
Francis took a step forward, and Victor quickly blocked him. "Mr. Getty, maybe wait a moment?"
"Move," Francis said coldly.
Victor stepped aside.
Francis walked in, and his eyes were instantly filled with green.
But that wasn't the end.
Harper jumped out from behind the green sofa, wearing a green hat, and cheerfully said, "Surprise."
Victor was inwardly groaning. This wasn't a surprise; it was a shock.
Francis's eyes remained fixed, showing no emotion.
Harper didn't believe he wasn't angry and pushed further. "Do you like my arrangement?"
Francis's lips moved, and he seemed to force out the words. "Yes, I like it."
Though he said he liked it, the tension around him was palpable.
"I knew you'd like it." Harper then took out a blue knitted hat and eagerly said, "I made this hat for you. Put it on."
Her face was serious, but inside, she was delighted, thinking this would surely infuriate him.
Francis was silent for a long time, then reached out, took the hat, and put it on without hesitation.
This wasn't what she expected.
Shouldn't Francis be furious and telling her to get lost and, better yet, get a divorce?
Who had said Francis had a bad temper? The huge disappointment made Harper lose interest.
She sat on the green sofa, looking unhappy.
Outside the office, the interior design company was waiting to get paid. Victor hadn't settled the bill, thinking they might need to return everything. But when the bill was presented, Francis signed it without hesitation.
Victor was puzzled; why was Francis in such a good mood? Could he really have a thing for green?
He noted it down, feeling it was a dereliction of duty not to know this sooner.
Francis spent the entire afternoon in meetings, busy as ever. Harper, bored out of her mind, called Jasper to find out what Francis hated.
Jasper initially disagreed with Harper's bet with Francis, fearing she'd fall into a trap again. But Harper thought it was the quickest way to get a divorce.
If Francis really mobilized the legal department, they could accuse her of bigamy, dragging things out for years. She couldn't wait that long.
Near the end of the workday, Victor informed her, "Ms. Murphy, Mr. Getty wants you to join him for a business dinner tonight."
"But I want to go home," Harper refused.
Victor apologized, "Ms. Murphy, Mr. Getty insists you attend."
Reluctantly, Harper got into the car, thinking Francis was truly despicable.
When they arrived, Francis was busy with an urgent matter online, so Harper got out first to wait for him.
It had just rained, and it was chilly outside. Harper decided to wait inside the restaurant.
The greeter approached her.
Not knowing which private room to go to, Harper told the greeter, "I'm waiting here."
Seeing that Harper was pretty and well-dressed, the greeter assumed she was some wealthy man's mistress and gave her a superficial smile without saying anything.
At the entrance, a woman's flattering voice could be heard. "Mr. Williams, Mrs. Williams, what a coincidence to meet you here."
Lester Williams looked up at Chloe, puzzled, and asked, "And you are?"
"Mr. Williams, don't you remember? I'm Chloe Musk, the design director at Epoch Studio!" Chloe replied.
Chloe? A designer at Epoch Studio?
Harper's eyes lit up.
Wasn't this the first love of Francis that Jasper had told her about?
Harper scrutinized her closely. She had long, slender eyebrows and charming eyes, barely pretty, with a somewhat fake innocence.
"Oh?" Lester responded perfunctorily. It seemed Chloe hadn't made much of an impression.
Chloe didn't give up and handed Lester an invitation. "Next week, Epoch Studio is having a new product launch. Don't forget to bring Mrs. Williams along."
Harper noticed Chloe's hand rubbing against Lester's and her leg brushing his while his wife was looking at the invitation. It was utterly disgusting.
Harper picked up her phone to ask Victor which room the meeting was in. Unexpectedly, she pressed the camera button, and the click drew the attention of the three people opposite.
Chloe, already feeling guilty, immediately stepped forward to question, "Did you just..."
Seeing Harper's face, she looked as if she had seen a ghost, stammering several times. "You, Harper!"
Since she was Francis's first love, it wasn't surprising she recognized her.
Harper wasn't surprised at all.
It took Chloe a while to recover, and she said maliciously, "Why aren't you dead?"
Harper sneered, "You're not dead either."
"You!" Chloe gritted her teeth and asked, "Did you just take a photo?"
Harper replied, "Nothing. I bumped the button by accident."
The veins on Chloe's forehead throbbed as she mused. 'Nothing? That loud click. Who are you trying to fool?'
"Liar. Give me your phone and delete it," Chloe spluttered.
Lester, feeling guilty as well, stepped forward, pretending to speak for Chloe, and threatened, "It's rude to take pictures without permission. Hand over your phone and delete it."
Harper thought they really were quite the same, and this Lester was no good either.
She held her phone tightly, looked at the two of them, and sneered, "I said I bumped the button. Why do you look so guilty?"
"Who's guilty?" Chloe glared at her and said viciously, "Are you going to give me your phone or not?"
Harper wanted to end this nonsense and said coldly, "No. Why should I give you my phone?"
At this moment, the greeter saw the commotion, approached, and asked Chloe enthusiastically, "Ms. Musk, what's the matter?"
The greeter recognized Chloe as a regular here and knew she was the design director at Epoch Studio, rumored to have powerful backers. As for Harper, it was her first time seeing her. The greeter assumed Harper was just another woman looking for a wealthy man in a high-end restaurant.
Chloe pointed at Harper and said, "This woman took a picture of me. Get her phone for me."
The greeter, eager to curry favor with Chloe to change jobs, seized the opportunity. She immediately turned cold and said, "Miss, please cooperate and hand over your phone, or I'll call security."
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