Chapter 333 Jealousy
The amusement park was buzzing with laughter and joy.
During the final float parade, Vincent had Agnes on his shoulders, following the float.
Agnes was thrilled, her eyes sparkling like crescent moons. The gloom from kindergarten was gone.
Seeing Agnes so happy, Harper smiled genuinely.
The sunset's afterglow on her face added a soft beauty.
Agnes was adorable, Vincent was handsome, and the three of them together were a sight to see.
Passersby often glanced at them with envy.
A tourist approached and asked, "Excuse me, can I take a photo?"
Vincent looked surprised, so the tourist quickly explained, "You guys are the most beautiful family I've ever seen."
Harper waved her hand, "We're not a couple."
"Oh, sorry," the tourist said.
Harper added, "We're like siblings."
The tourist then asked, "Can I take a group photo for you?"
Vincent turned to Harper, "Is that okay?"
Harper didn't mind, and Agnes was excited for a photo.
Harper nodded, "Sure."
The tourist took several photos and showed them to Harper. Since it was a Polaroid, the photos printed immediately.
The tourist, who turned out to be a photographer, had taken great shots.
He handed one to Harper and another to Vincent.
As Vincent took the photos, the tourist asked, "You don't just want to be her brother, do you?"
Vincent frowned, "I'm sorry?"
"Look at this photo," the tourist said, handing it to Vincent.
In the photo, Harper and Agnes were smiling at the camera, while Vincent was looking gently at Harper.
The tourist said, "The way you look at her isn't how a brother looks at a sister."
Vincent chuckled, "No, you got it wrong."
"Eyes don't lie," the tourist smiled, "You'll see."
After the tourist left, Vincent looked at the photo, smiled, and put it in his pocket.
Not far away, Francis, who had just arrived, saw everything. His face turned cold.
Harper was focused on Agnes, Vincent on Harper. No one noticed Francis watching them.
For the first time, Francis felt a deep sense of crisis.
He had prayed for Harper's happiness, but seeing her with someone else was painful.
Francis's eyes locked on Harper and Vincent with Agnes, looking like a happy family.
His heart tightened with pain.
Victor, seeing Francis's cold expression, felt a chill and said, "Mr. Getty, this is a public place. Please pull yourself together."
Francis didn't speak, lowering his eyes. He didn't need the reminder. He didn't want to scare Agnes.
The fun at the amusement park wrapped up.
Agnes, exhausted, fell asleep on Vincent's shoulder.
As the crowd left the park, Vincent carried Agnes with one hand and gently supported Harper with the other, making sure she didn't get pushed around.
At the parking lot, Zoey took Agnes while Vincent went to get the car.
Zoey noticed Vincent's careful actions and smiled at Harper, "Ms. Murphy, Mr. Perry seems to really like you. He's gentle, elegant, and great with Agnes. You should consider it."
Harper shook her head, smiling, "Zoey, you've got it wrong. Vincent doesn't like me."
Zoey looked puzzled. "Really?"
"Yes, the car's here. Let's get in." Harper opened the door for Zoey, and they drove off.
When they got home, Zoey carried the sleeping Agnes inside, while Harper stood by the car to say goodbye to Vincent.
She watched him drive away, and as his taillights disappeared, a pair of blinding headlights suddenly lit up.
Francis got out of the car with a grim face and strode towards her.
Harper instinctively tried to run inside, but Francis, with his long strides, caught her wrist. The world spun, and she found herself in his arms.
"Let go of me!" Harper struggled fiercely, disgusted by his actions.
A man with a fiancée harassing another woman was truly repulsive.
But Francis was strong, and Harper's struggles were futile.
Unable to break free, she kicked, bit, and punched him, but Francis seemed unfazed and carried her into the car, locking the door.
"Ms. Murphy!" Isla ran out from the darkness, rushing to the car and started smashing the window.
With a loud bang, the bulletproof window held firm.
As Isla raised her fist to smash again, her wrist was grabbed.
Instinctively, Isla threw the person over her shoulder to the ground.
Victor, not expecting such strength, was taken aback.
He got up, "Calm down. Mr. Getty is Ms. Murphy's husband!"
"Husband? All I see is a kidnapper!" Isla retorted, pulling out her phone to call the police, but Victor snatched it away.
"Listen, Mr. Getty really is her husband. If you don't believe me, ask her brother," Victor said.
"A kidnapper named Getty?" Isla shot back.
"Not a kidnapper," Victor sighed. "Mr. Getty just wants to talk to her. He won't hurt her, I promise."
Isla replied coldly, "My orders are to keep any man named Getty away from Ms. Murphy."
Jasper had specifically instructed Isla to keep Francis away from Harper. The description and surname matched perfectly.
Meanwhile, the black limo started moving, and without hesitation, Isla chased after it.
Victor stood there, stunned. Isla was fast!
She didn't run far before turning back. This time, she was more polite, "Hello again. And I need to apologize."
Victor was about to explain and reassure her.
The next second, Isla raised a sharp knife to Victor's neck. "Drive! I want to see Ms. Murphy!"
Victor regretted having praised her for her 'politeness'.
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