Chapter 335 Inviting You to Watch a Show
Harper felt totally helpless. How many women had Francis been engaged to that he couldn't even remember who she was talking about?
Harper sneered, "Mr. Getty, got a lot of fiancées, huh?"
Francis thought for a moment and finally said, "You mean Audrey?"
Harper's eyes were full of sarcasm.
Feeling irritated, Francis explained, "Audrey wasn't my fiancée; it was just media hype. I've never been engaged to anyone else."
If Harper hadn't read those reports, she might've believed him. She didn't think Francis would lie about this.
But after hanging up, she asked Jasper if Francis had ever been engaged.
Jasper quickly sent over a bunch of old reports. They clearly stated that Abigail and Audrey's father had confirmed the engagement between the two families, but it was kept low-key.
Jasper even added a note: [Watch out for Francis; he's complicated.]
If Harper wasn't so annoyed, Jasper might've made a sign for her to wear, warning her to stay away from Francis.
These were well-known facts, yet Francis still wouldn't admit it.
Harper couldn't tell if he was playing dumb or thought she was dumb.
She propped her chin and scrutinized Francis's handsome face, mocking, "A first love in your left arm, a fiancée on your right, and you still want to mess with an ex who barely knows you. Jasper was right; you're just a promiscuous scumbag."
Francis felt a lump in his throat, almost choking. When had he ever been promiscuous?
His lips moved. "You believe everything Jasper says?"
"Who else should I believe then?" Harper frowned, "You? A clear liar? You said you'd listen to me, but now, all you do is threaten me. And you still want to talk about fairness?"
Francis was speechless.
Harper was right, but whenever he saw her with another man, he couldn't stay calm. All he could think about was locking her up, hiding her away, or not letting anyone else see her!
Francis pressed his throbbing temples and said helplessly, "As long as you don't hang out with other men, I'll listen to whatever you want."
"If you take that freedom from me, how am I different from a pet you keep?" Harper snapped, "And why should I listen to you? Just because you threaten me all the time?"
Harper found Francis unreasonable and absurd.
Francis felt a tightness in his chest, tugged at his tie, and said, "My threats aren't meant to hurt you. I would never hurt you."
"But you are hurting me right now." Harper looked at him seriously. "You dragged me into the car against my will. Do you know how scared I was?"
Francis took a deep breath. "You don't need to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you, and I won't let you get hurt."
He would rather hurt himself than hurt her.
Harper didn't believe a word he said. To her, Francis was domineering, overbearing, and rude.
She didn't want to reason with him and couldn't reason with him.
"Then take me back now."
Francis half-lifted his eyes. "Not yet."
Harper was furious. After all this talk, he hadn't listened at all. "You big liar."
She pushed him away and tried to open the car door to jump out.
Francis grabbed her, trapping her in his arms, and said, "Calm down; we're already here."
Harper looked up and saw the car had stopped at an upscale club.
She asked warily, "Why did you bring me here? I'm not going in with you."
"Relax. I won't do anything to you. There's someone you might want to meet."
"Who?"
Francis loosened his grip slightly. "Find out yourself."
Harper looked at him suspiciously, unsure if he was lying.
Francis, sensing her doubt, said, "If I really wanted to do something to you, I wouldn't go to all this trouble."
Harper was infuriated again.
Francis's expression made it seem like she was deliberately prejudiced against him. Who told him to always be so handsy and untrustworthy?
Seeing Harper's eyes widen with anger, Francis explained, "Don't worry. I'll take you home after this."
Harper calmed down. As long as she could go home, she would do it.
Just like he said, besides being a loose cannon, Francis wouldn't really harm her.
Francis took Harper directly to a private room upstairs.
After they sat down, a waiter came in to set up some snacks and fruits, then left, closing the door behind him.
In the enclosed room, only the two of them were left, sitting close on a bench. Francis's light scent filled the air.
Harper uncomfortably shifted to the side, but Francis grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
Harper pushed him away and angrily asked, "What are you doing?"
Francis held her shoulders and said slowly, "I'm inviting you to watch a show."
As he spoke, the large curtain in the room was drawn open.
Harper realized that the room connected to another one.
In the chair opposite sat a woman with long hair, a white dress, and slender legs.
Harper didn't understand until a bodyguard in black turned the chair around, revealing the woman's face.
Harper's eyes widened in shock. It was Chloe.
But Chloe's appearance was a bit frightening.
Her recently done nose and chin had been damaged by Lenora, and she hadn't dared to go to the hospital. Now, her nose and jaw were inflamed, festering, and oozing pus, looking very disgusting.
A few days ago, Harper had heard colleagues mention her. After the last incident, several wealthy women Chloe had deceived had banded together to track her down, claiming to skin her alive once they found her.
Chloe had gone into hiding for days, and no one could find her.
Harper didn't understand why Francis had brought her to see Chloe.
The last incident was Chloe's fault for instigating fans to attack Agnes. Harper had only played her video as punishment, but Harper wasn't a malicious woman.
Chloe had already paid the price, and Harper wouldn't pursue it further.
She looked up to ask Francis what he meant.
But just as she did, her lips accidentally brushed against Francis's jaw.
Harper blushed and immediately tried to pull back, but Francis's large hands held her back.
He lowered his head, his thin lips very close, his breath hot, but he didn't move closer.
"Am I right? Does this woman pique your interest?" he asked.
Harper's ears felt warm. She turned her face away and angrily said, "Don't get so close."
"Okay." Francis obediently moved back a bit and said, "Listen."
By this time, the tape on Chloe's mouth had been torn off, possibly so forcefully as to make her lips bleed.
The split corners of her mouth made Chloe's face look even more frightening. She looked at the intimate couple opposite her, a flash of venom in her eyes.
In an instant, she put on a pitiful face and asked in terror, "Francis, why did you bring me here?"
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