Chapter 307 Skirt Around Her
The dinner party dragged on, and Harper stepped out to use the restroom.
When she came out, she noticed a woman leaving the family restroom in a hurry. The back looked familiar, and there were noises coming from inside.
Harper's expression changed, and just as she was about to check, someone called her name.
"Harper." It was Audrey.
Audrey glanced at the family restroom, then back at Harper. "I didn't get a chance to say hello."
Harper was puzzled. She had already said she didn't know her, so why the need for this meeting?
Audrey smiled and introduced herself, "I heard from Francis that you lost your memory. I'm Audrey Hernandez, and I grew up with Francis."
Harper raised an eyebrow. "And that matters to me because?"
Audrey was taken aback but kept her smile. "I just wanted to say hello."
Harper replied coldly, "Why? You're Francis's friend, not mine. Do we need to be that close?"
Audrey's face paled. As the vice president of the Getty Group and a prominent businesswoman, she wasn't used to being rebuffed.
She forced a smile. "Harper, I think you misunderstood. I just wanted a small chat."
Harper remained cold. "I didn't misunderstand. I just don't want to talk to you."
Harper usually wasn't rude, but Audrey's approach felt off. Her introduction seemed to carry a hidden sense of superiority, implying a deep bond with Francis.
Harper frowned. Why were there so many women around Francis? One first love wasn't enough, now another who grew up with him? Sure, Francis was attractive, but what did that have to do with her? She had left his life, so why were these people still bothering her? She decided not to hold back.
Audrey forced a smile. "Harper, did I offend you? Do you think Francis and I..."
She left it hanging, enough to provoke imagination.
Harper looked at her. "Ms. Hernandez, first, I don't know you, so don't try to get close to me. Second," she paused, then smiled coldly, "what you see as a treasure might be trash to me. Don't be so confident. Just because you like rotten things doesn't mean others do."
Audrey's face went pale. She remembered Harper used to be a pushover. What changed?
Harper turned to leave and bumped into Francis, who had just come out as the banquet ended. His face was dark and cold, lips tightly pressed. He must have heard her words. It must sting to hear someone talk behind his back.
But Harper didn't feel sorry for him. She found the women around him annoying. Without a second glance, she walked away.
Francis stood there, hands slightly clenched, as if he wanted to pull her back.
Audrey sighed in relief. She had seen Francis come out earlier and had been speaking carefully. Normally, her words were fine, just a friendly hello. But compared to Harper's attitude, it made Harper look aggressive.
Audrey walked over to Francis and said kindly, "Francis, I don't know what's up with Harper. She seems to have misunderstood something. Should I apologize and explain?"
Audrey was confident she had handled the conversation perfectly. This suggestion would only show her magnanimity.
As expected, Francis's lips moved slightly, "No need."
Francis knew why Harper was like this. It wasn't anger; she just had a problem with him and, by extension, the people around him.
Audrey was pleased. The more unreasonable the opponent, the more magnanimous she had to be.
"Francis, I don't think Harper meant what she said. Don't take it to heart."
Audrey just wanted Francis to recall Harper's words again. Trash—Francis had probably never been described like that. If he was trash, then there wouldn't be a single good one in the world.
Francis didn't look up. "Hmm, she also dislikes you, so avoid her. Don't make her angry."
Audrey's smile froze. She thought she had misheard. "Francis, what do you mean?"
Francis looked up. "I'm pursuing her now and don't want her to have misunderstandings. Since she doesn't like you, avoid her when you see her."
This time, Audrey heard it clearly and understood perfectly. She felt like she had been slapped in public, her face burning with shame.
She, a dignified vice president, the daughter of the Hernandez family, needed to avoid an obscure junior designer?
Not only that, but she also had to avoid her when she saw her! How come? No matter what, she couldn't hold it in.
Audrey's smile disappeared, and she forcefully suppressed her emotions. "Francis, have you ever considered my feelings?"
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