Chapter 399 I Want to See You
A bunch of blaring horns cut through the air.
Harper glanced up and saw a car barreling right at them.
Vincent yanked Harper close, stepping back a few paces.
But the car wasn't gunning for them; it was aiming straight for Vincent's black van.
The crash was deafening, the front of the van crumpled like a soda can, while the other car barely had a scratch.
Thanks to Victor's calculations, his palms were now sweaty as hell.
He'd learned from past screw-ups; no way he'd let Francis drive this car.
Victor could handle it better. If it were Francis, he might've turned the van into dust.
Harper's head was pounding, and the shock made her legs give out, sending her collapsing into Vincent's arms.
The door of the black limo swung open, and a pair of shiny leather shoes hit the ground.
Francis, with one hand in his suit pocket, strolled over.
His pitch-black suit screamed serious business, but it couldn't hide his natural swagger.
Vincent looked pissed. "Mr. Getty, what the hell is this?"
Vincent's voice was low, his eyes narrowed, showing a bit of politeness but mostly irritation.
Francis's dark eyes flicked to Vincent's protective hold on Harper, a cold shadow crossing them. He smirked slightly, "Just a little fender bender this time."
Vincent's eyes darkened for a moment. He got the message loud and clear; next time wouldn't be so gentle.
The two men locked eyes, like a wolf squaring off against a tiger, neither backing down.
Harper suddenly got to her feet, her face flushed with anger. "Francis, are you out of your mind? What are you doing here?"
For a second, she thought she was seeing things. The guy who should've been in the hospital was standing right in front of her.
Francis felt a pang in his chest, his pale lips pressed together. He said softly, "I wanted to see you."
Harper was stunned for a second, then realized Francis was actually answering her question.
In front of everyone, he said he wanted to see her?
For a moment, she wondered if she was hearing things. Did those words really come from the usually tight-lipped guy?
But then she remembered his threats and warnings, and she felt like she was gonna explode with anger! "Don't think I can't see you're threatening Vincent!"
Seeing the woman he liked standing up for another guy felt like a punch to Francis's gut, his deep eyes turning icy cold.
Just as Harper thought he was about to lose it, Francis let out a barely audible sigh, like he was holding back some intense emotion.
Then, in a hoarse voice, he said, "I'm sorry. I didn't make myself clear."
What did she just hear?
Francis was actually apologizing to her.
Francis's handsome brows furrowed slightly as he added, "I didn't mean to threaten him."
Hearing this, both Harper and Vincent were speechless.
Vincent's image of Francis's steadiness shattered instantly. How could a grown man be such a two-faced dude, playing innocent so convincingly?
At that moment, Victor hurried over and bowed apologetically to Vincent. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I forgot to hit the brakes. I'll cover all your losses."
Nearby, Francis's handsome face stayed calm as he said in a deep voice, "Victor, take Mr. Perry for a thorough check-up and then to the store under the Getty Group to pick out a new car!"
Francis's killer looks made it easy for him to hide his emotions.
After all, people were more likely to believe the pretty ones.
Harper was fuming but couldn't find a flaw in his plan.
Francis was just too slick.
Victor had already lined up two new cars and said to Vincent, "Mr. Perry, let's go sort out the car mess."
Vincent glanced at Harper and asked, "You wanna come along?"
Before Harper could answer, Francis butted in, "It's not on the way. I'll take Harper."
Harper snapped, "My destination is not on the way for you either."
Vincent wanted to argue, but Victor cut in, "Mr. Perry, don't sweat it. We got plenty of cars. I'll make sure she gets home safe."
Harper thought about the cash and documents in Vincent's car that needed handling and said, "Vincent, you go ahead. I'll be fine."
Vincent was worried, but there were some family secrets in his car he couldn't let others touch.
And with Francis around, at least there wouldn't be any danger.
He nodded and said, "Let me know when you get home."
Harper felt bad for causing Vincent so much hassle and agreed.
Nearby, Francis clenched his fists, then relaxed them.
Vincent looked at Francis and said calmly, "Mr. Getty, thanks."
Francis's eyes were deep. "It's my duty."
Their words had a hidden meaning only they understood.
Their eyes were full of unspoken tension, like Harper was their prize.
Vincent was the first to look away. He gave Harper a gentle look before leaving.
Francis watched Harper as she looked at Vincent's departing figure, feeling his heart break again, his face turning pale with pain.
Harper saw the car Victor had arranged and got in, slamming the door behind her.
She had no intention of letting Francis in.
"To Serenity Manor, please," she told the driver.
The driver didn't dare move. Knowing Francis' identity and temper, he knew better than to leave without him.
Harper frowned. Didn't Victor say he had arranged a new car for her?
While she was thinking, the driver's door opened.
The driver, sensing the situation, got out and let Francis in.
Harper's delicate features turned icy as she said, "Francis, didn't you promise to leave us alone?"
Francis had just sat down when he heard this, feeling a sharp twist in his heart.
His deep, dark eyes dimmed considerably.
She didn't want to see him; she didn't even need to say it—it was written all over her face.
"You went to the hospital today because you were worried about me," Francis said softly.
When Francis saw the surveillance footage, he was so happy he could burst.
After that, he had rushed to find her, despite his recovering body.
Harper now regretted it. If she had known he was fine, she wouldn't have gone.
She shouldn't have let her soft heart give Francis another excuse. "Francis, I went to the hospital out of obligation. You fainted at my house, and I didn't want any trouble, so I went to make sure you were okay."
Francis's eyes narrowed slightly as he felt a dull pain in his chest.
He knew the answer, but he still wanted to ask, hoping she had a soft spot for him.
Harper looked at him, her smile distant and cold, "Any other questions you need me to answer?"
Francis's face turned pallid.
His heart wasn't strong enough to endure another round of humiliation.
Even though his heart was broken, he forced a smile and changed the subject, "It's my fault you lost your driver. How about I be your driver for a day?"
"No need!" Harper shot back without thinking, her face cold, "Either you get out, or I will."
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
