Chapter 300 Piss Off This Bastard!
Harper believed Francis would actually do it and stopped struggling.
Vincent turned around, saw their clasped hands, and asked, "Harper?"
Francis's eyes were like those of a wolf ready to pounce
Harper worried they'd start arguing. Vincent, being a gentleman, was no match for Francis's strength; he'd definitely lose.
"Vincent, go wait in the car. I need a few minutes with him," Harper said.
Vincent, concerned, asked, "Are you sure?"
Francis tightened his grip on her wrist, looking ready to punch Vincent.
Harper quickly stepped between them protectively.
This gesture made Francis feel a stabbing pain in his heart, almost suffocating.
"Don't worry, Vincent. I'll come find you in a bit," Harper reassured.
Vincent saw Francis didn't seem like he'd harm Harper, trusted her, and nodded before walking out.
Once Vincent was far enough away, Harper shook off Francis's hand. "Can you let go?"
Francis loosened his grip slightly but didn't let go.
"This is what you're busy with? Going on a date with another man?" he asked, jealousy dripping from his words.
If Jasper hadn't told Harper how crazy Francis was for his first love, she might've thought he was jealous because he loved her.
Harper smiled, dodging his question. "Mr. Getty, are you jealous?"
Francis pressed his lips together, about to speak when Harper continued, "If you're jealous, go date other women. I don't mind."
Not only did she not mind, but she'd also support it. With evidence of his infidelity, the divorce would go faster, and she could rid herself of this awkward situation sooner.
Francis's eyes darkened, and he said through gritted teeth, "Besides you, I won't date any other woman."
Harper scoffed internally. What a great act of deep affection!
She smirked and said, "Too bad. I don't feel that way. I will date whoever I want."
Francis's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Harper, do you know what you're saying?"
"Isn't it clear enough?" Harper retorted. "I will date any man I want. If Mr. Getty can't take it, I'm open to a divorce right now."
Francis's gaze turned icy. "Harper, have you forgotten what you promised me?"
"No. I promised not to hide from you, to interact with you for a month, and then have a peaceful divorce. However..."
Harper paused and then said lightly, "The terms didn't say I couldn't date another man."
Francis's face darkened even more.
Harper felt extremely satisfied inside.
Francis exuded a low-pressure aura, his tone cold. "Do you know who you are now? Do you need me to remind you again? Mrs. Getty."
"So what if it's infidelity?" Harper said, unconcerned. "I don't care at all. Besides, didn't Mr. Getty also cheat on me with your first love? One shouldn't have double standards."
Harper took her 'affair' for granted, just to infuriate Francis.
If he could still hold back, then he truly deserved a compliment.
Francis's face turned red, like he was about to explode, but he held back.
"I never cheated on you. Besides you, I haven't been with any other woman," Francis confessed, but Harper just sneered. "What? You want a medal? If you love me so much, then tell me, what happened to our child?"
Talking about their stillborn child, Francis's tough demeanor softened.
"It was an accident," he said, his voice hoarse.
If he could turn back time, he'd never make the same mistake again. The loss of their first child hurt him as much as it did Harper.
Harper sneered, "You 'accidentally' went to save your first love and 'accidentally' left me in danger?"
What a convenient accident!
Harper smirked. "So if I 'accidentally' go on a date and 'accidentally' do something with another man, is it the same? If that's the case, Mr. Getty, don't be so petty."
With each word, Francis's face grew darker, until it was as grim as a stormy night.
"So, you're determined to go against me for that man?" Francis's voice was ice-cold. "Even if it means that man will be ruined?"
His words were pure threats, no disguise. He was set on ruining Vincent to keep him away from her.
Harper's expression didn't change. She asked calmly, "Mr. Getty, are you threatening me, again?"
The word "again" made Francis's face change slightly, but he didn't deny it. "Yes."
Compared to watching Harper with another man, being hated by her was nothing.
Francis felt a slight bitterness. Hadn't she hated him enough? He didn't mind adding one more reason.
"Mr. Getty, do you know how many billion men there are on Earth?" Harper blurted out.
Francis frowned, unsure of her point.
"Let's say, 3.5 billion," Harper said, chuckling. "Tell me, how many can you stop?"
Francis's face turned gloomy and cold, unable to believe what she said.
His eyes were like blades. "Harper, that's not a funny joke."
"I'm not joking. If Mr. Getty doesn't believe me, just wait and see. Let's see if you can stop me from finding a man."
Francis's expression cracked. "Harper, don't say that."
"If you like to deceive youself, then just take my words as nonsense."
She didn't care about his reaction and walked away.
For the first time, Francis faced a Harper who was almost impervious to reason and ignored threats.
He had to admit, Harper had really changed into someone he couldn't control.
Francis's eyes turned red with frustration. He quickly caught up and grabbed her.
"What do you want?" Francis asked.
"You know," Harper replied matter-of-factly.
Her eyes were bright, and she smiled sweetly. "A divorce!"
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