Chapter 314 Get On His Knees
Vincent's face was calm, with a slight smile. "Mr. Getty, people can dream, but they can't live in fantasies forever. Harper's single now, and my relationship with her is legit. How can you say I'm stealing her from you? This 'love' you talk about is probably just in your head."
Francis's expression changed instantly. He grabbed Vincent by the collar and shouted, "I don't care how cocky you are on Emerald Isle, but this is Northfield, my turf. Don't even think about taking Harper from me!"
Francis looked like he wanted to tear Vincent apart.
Harper quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Francis, stop this madness. If you hurt Vincent, I won't let you get away with it."
Her defense felt like a dagger to Francis's heart, making him even angrier.
He laughed wildly. "Fine, you better not let me get away with it, not in this life, not in the next, never."
Harper saw his crazed expression and felt he had lost his mind.
Then, Francis did something even more shocking.
He ripped off his robe, showing his muscular chest and abs, covered in red marks.
Pointing to the marks, he sneered, "This is what you call not getting involved? I even have a recording. Want to hear it?"
Harper's ears burned, and her heart sank. Did she really sleep with him? Looking at Francis's face, she felt a surge of anger.
She slapped him hard and said, "You bastard. You know what happened to me, and you still took advantage. You're worse than a bastard."
Francis was stunned. The slap hurt, but his heart hurt more.
He hid the pain, looked at Harper, and forced a smile. "If being a bastard brings you back, then I'm willing to be one."
Harper was speechless. "Madman!"
"Even if I'm a madman, I'm one who loves you. Come back to me, and I'll do anything. What do you want? My life? Take it." Francis was almost babbling, pouring out his heart. He regretted not telling her sooner.
He regretted realizing his love for Harper too late. He loved her more than his own life.
He couldn't stand the thought of her marrying another man. It tore him apart.
Harper was shocked by his confession, standing there speechless.
She felt unfamiliar with him, but his words made her heart ache.
She didn't dare speak, afraid she'd cry. But why? Did she still care about Francis?
Harper suddenly felt a splitting headache and started trembling.
Vincent noticed and held her arm, stopping her from collapsing.
Harper calmed herself, telling herself not to go soft.
When Jasper described how Francis had treated her, she swore she'd never forgive him.
She looked at the heartbroken Francis and said coldly, "Francis, I don't love you now, and I don't want you. Leave me alone."
Instantly, a sharp pain hit his heart.
Francis's face turned ashen, a stark contrast to his usual confident self.
Francis suddenly lowered his voice to a whisper. "Harper, you want fairness, but are you being fair to me?"
Harper had promised to treat him fairly, but now it felt like she was wielding a one-sided sword aimed only at him.
Her mind was in chaos. She wanted to end this messy relationship quickly, so she said coldly, "Do you think someone you've hurt can be fair to you?"
Francis took a couple of steps back, looking deeply hurt.
Suddenly, his legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. His once straight back now slightly bent.
With red eyes, he looked at Harper. "Harper, can you be fair to me? Please, I'm begging you."
He threw away all his pride.
For some reason, Harper felt like her heart was suffocating. She had never seen Francis so humble.
It was hard to imagine this proud man kneeling before her.
She didn't know what to say. She couldn't touch him, and she couldn't give him the fairness he wanted.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
Two police officers came in and flashed their badges. "We got a report of an assault here."
One officer looked at the two men and asked Harper, "Are you the one who reported it?"
"Yes," Harper replied.
"Who assaulted you?" the officer asked.
Harper stared at the kneeling Francis for a few seconds, then said calmly, "It was him."
Francis felt like his heart was pierced by countless arrows.
He straightened his back, wanting to see if Harper was really as cold as her words. He couldn't believe it, but he had to. Her once warm eyes were now cold and unfamiliar.
Because Francis didn't look like a typical assailant, the police asked him, "Sir, do you admit to the lady's accusation?"
Francis felt like he was being torn apart inside, his face expressionless. No matter how the police questioned him, he refused to speak.
Seeing this, the police turned to Harper and asked, "Are you sure this isn't just a lovers' quarrel?"
Harper shook her head and explained, "We're not lovers. I was drugged at a dinner last night, and I don't remember much."
The police understood. "Alright, both of you come with us to make a statement."
Vincent, worried about Harper, followed closely.
The three of them went to the police station.
Francis remained indifferent and silent the whole time.
After making her statement, Harper was taken for a medical examination. Before entering the examination room, Vincent called out to her. "Harper, no matter what, my decision remains unchanged. Everything I said earlier is true. I've already gotten Jasper's approval. He said as long as you agree, he has no objections."
Vincent wanted to reassure Harper. Whether or not she had sex with Francis last night, he didn't mind.
Harper didn't expect Vincent to be serious about pursuing her.
But for some reason, she kept thinking about Francis. Maybe it was the image of him kneeling that was too intense.
Just as Harper was about to speak, the doctor called her in.
Vincent told her to go in, saying gently, "Don't worry. I'll be right outside."
After all the procedures were completed, Harper was stunned by the results; there was nothing. Had she wronged Francis?
But before she could think further, a police officer approached her, looking serious. "Ms. Murphy, there's a complaint against you. Please cooperate with our investigation."
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