Chapter 337 Never
Francis's eyes were cold and sharp, and when he mentioned Chloe on the ground, his face showed no warmth.
If Ryan hadn't protected Chloe back then, Francis wouldn't have let her rise again in Northfield.
But Chloe hadn't lay low; she kept crossing lines, which was unforgivable.
Harper didn't expect Francis to be so ruthless with his first love. When Chloe was thrown out of the restaurant last time, she thought he was just putting on a show.
But today, he twisted her wrist, and she heard the crack.
Harper looked at Francis curiously and asked, "Are you really going to do it? Wasn't Chloe your first love?"
She remembered Jasper's report saying Francis used to be very indulgent with Chloe.
Francis replied in a low voice, "Not my first love."
Harper blinked, still skeptical. Who was he trying to fool?
She asked with a smile, "Anything I want?"
Francis looked at her, his voice deep, "Tell me what you wanna do."
Harper huffed, "What, afraid I'll go too far?"
Chloe thought the same and believed Francis still had feelings for her.
She looked up at Francis, trembling and crying weakly, "Francis, please, it wasn't me. Harper's framing me."
Chloe knelt on the ground, one hand crippled, makeup smeared from crying, looking pitiful.
Seeing Francis remain silent, Harper thought he was hesitating and smiled, "It's okay if you can't do it."
After all, when Jasper returned, he wouldn't let Chloe off either.
Harper didn't want to owe Francis any favors. If he couldn't bear to touch Chloe, then so be it!
Unexpectedly, Francis's eyes were indifferent as he said, "I don't want to dirty your hands."
Harper just needed to express her stance, and he would handle it. He wouldn't let her dirty her hands for a witch.
Harper was stunned; she didn't expect Francis to say that.
If anyone else had said it, it would have sounded cheesy, but with Francis's calm demeanor, it felt genuine. There wasn't a hint of insincerity, just deep affection.
Harper's ears warmed, and she touched her earlobe, saying, "Don't lie to me."
"I never do." Francis slightly lowered his head, his dark eyes serious. "Whoever crossed you will be punished."
Harper'sface reddened a bit. When Francis wasn't acting crazy, he was quite like a loyal Doberman.
Beside them, Chloe's face was extremely ugly! These two were actually so lovey-dovey right in front of her.
And she was like air, with no one caring about her.
To top it off, her whole body was in pain.
Chloe looked at the delicate and beautiful Harper, unable to hide the venom in her eyes!
If it weren't for Harper coming back, how could she have ended up like this today?
Everything was Harper's fault!
Harper turned her head and caught the gloom in Chloe's eyes that she couldn't hide in time.
Her lips curved into a smile. "Then let her taste the drink she made herself."
Francis raised an eyebrow and told the waiter, "Make her a drink, just like that day."
"Got it." The waiter, eager to make up for his mistake, quickly prepared a drink with the same drug.
Terror washed over Chloe's face.
She wailed, "No! You can't do this to me. I won't drink it."
A bodyguard pried her mouth open, and she was forced to drink the entire glass without spilling a drop.
Then, the bodyguard let go.
Chloe lay on the ground like a dead fish; the drug hadn't kicked in yet.
She looked up at Francis in despair. "What's so great about her? I've liked you for years. Is your heart made of stone?"
Francis looked down at her, his voice cold. "Do you remember what I said on your twentieth birthday?"
Chloe's face went pale as she remembered that night when she offered herself to Francis, only to be rejected.
Francis's eyes were dark as he reminded her, "I said I never liked you, not then, not now, not ever. If you had behaved, you could have kept your wealth and status."
Harper was confused.
Francis really never liked Chloe.
Of course, Chloe remembered his words.
But from the moment she first saw Francis, she was deeply attracted to him—not just his looks, but his cold, noble, and mysterious aura.
In the business world, he was decisive and ruthless, like a god. This duality captivated her. She dreamed of marrying him.
Francis was the perfect man for her!
And now, he was bowing to Harper, the woman she despised. His eyes and actions showed he was devoted to Harper.
Chloe broke down. Her face was ashen, filled with bitterness, and she screamed, "You treat Harper like a treasure, but do you know what kind of life she lived abroad for five years? She might have prostituted herself, no better than me!"
Even now, Chloe couldn't stop smearing Harper, the woman she had fought for years but never defeated.
If Chloe couldn't have a good life, she would drag Harper down with her.
"She even has an illegitimate child, but she probably doesn't even know who the father is." Chloe was delirious, spewing venomous words.
She laughed maniacally, "Maybe that child is a mix of several men..."
A crack interrupted her as a goblet grazed her face and shattered against the wall. Glass shards scattered, and Chloe shuddered in fear, her eyes clearing a bit.
Francis's dark eyes were as cold as ice, and he said, "Enough."
He looked at her like she was already dead.
Chloe's face and body were drenched in cold sweat, her skin cold, but her insides burning from the drink.
Before she could say anything else, she saw Harper, with a cold face, walking straight towards her.
Without hesitation, Harper raised her hand and smacked Chloe hard across the face.
Even then, Harper wasn't satisfied, her hand trembling.
Harper's eyes were red, and she coldly said, "Shut your filthy mouth. You don't deserve to mention my daughter."
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