Chapter 433 Is That Enough?
In the private room, the chick giggled, "Mr. Getty, have a drink..."
Harper was frozen, her face going ghostly white.
Victor had just strolled in from outside, looking all surprised at Harper. But when he saw the scene in the room, his surprise turned into full-on shock.
Victor had only stepped out for a sec, and Johnny Barnes had already called in two hostesses. And these hostesses were trying to get Francis to drink while on their knees.
Victor was instantly stressed. He had called Harper over to patch things up, not to make it worse.
"Ms. Murphy, well, it's like this..." Victor started to explain but was totally lost for words.
Harper blurted out, "Victor, I need to know if Mr. Getty was acting weird yesterday?"
"Weird?" Victor couldn't think of anything right away.
He was just an assistant; Francis wouldn't spill his guts to him.
Victor thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Getty rushed back to Southvale right after the meeting yesterday. Then he hit up the seafood market, went to your place, but you weren't there. Later, he found out you went to Willowbrook Falls, so he headed there too."
Harper pieced it together. So, he was in Willowbrook Falls when he made that call last night. Maybe Francis even saw Vincent. Not answering calls, not replying to messages, and now this was all because Francis was pissed.
Victor asked, "Ms. Murphy, please don't leave yet. How about I set up a room for you to wait in?"
"No need." Harper pushed the door open and strutted in confidently. She had hesitated a moment ago, especially after seeing that scene, but Victor's words gave her clarity. If Francis really misunderstood what happened that night, she owed him an explanation.
From the moment Harper walked in, Francis's eyes were glued to her. She was rocking a vintage red dress with black straps, looking drop-dead gorgeous.
Francis snorted coldly. It was still a bit chilly in Northfield at night, but Harper didn't seem to care.
Francis didn't drink the wine offered by the kneeling woman but instead grabbed the glass next to him and downed it in one go.
"Didn't you say you could definitely get Mr. Getty to drink this glass?" Johnny teased the hostess beside him, "If he doesn't drink, you might have to strip."
The hostess put on a pitiful face, saying seductively, "Mr. Getty, would you like to see me strip? Be a bit nicer to me, please?"
As she spoke, she kept inching forward, her skimpy outfit barely covering her ample chest as she tried to catch Francis's interest. In her mind, as long as she could seduce Francis, whether she stripped or not didn't matter.
Her friends had all left here with rich guys and were living the good life. The reason she was still stuck here wasn't her looks but her high standards for men; she wouldn't settle for some rich, balding old dude for the rest of her life.
And Francis in front of her was the perfect catch—handsome face, fit and muscular body, with a hint of bad boy charm in his refined demeanor. Just sitting there, he could mesmerize anyone. She had to seize the opportunity.
Seeing that Francis was still unfazed, the hostess gave the glass a little shake, her usual trick. She'd pretend to spill some wine on his pants, then apologize and use her chest to wipe it off.
Before the wine could spill, a slender, beautiful finger held the rim of the glass. Harper stepped in from the side and calmly said, "Ma'am, watch it."
The hostess was livid. Who was this chick messing up her game? She snapped, "Are you new here? Do you even know the rules? Who told you to butt in?"
Harper replied coolly, "Sorry, I saw your hand shaking and thought you had Parkinson's."
Johnny burst out laughing. Francis's lips twitched, but he quickly masked it. He was still mad. At least, he had to make Harper think so.
"You...!" The hostess was momentarily speechless, clutching her chest.
Harper didn't want to waste time on her. She looked at Francis and asked, "Can we talk for a minute?"
Francis didn't even lift his eyelids. After finishing his drink, he coldly said, "No."
His words were ice-cold, like she was a total stranger. Harper felt a pang in her chest but insisted, "Just a minute."
Seeing Johnny's eyes practically glued to Harper, Francis felt a surge of irritation. He frowned and said impatiently, "I said no. Don't you get it?"
"Victor!" Francis called out again, "What are you doing?"
The message was clear. Francis wanted Victor to escort her out.
Victor didn't expect Francis to be so stubborn. He wondered if Francis had been knocked silly by his drink.
Harper cut to the chase and asked, "Francis, did you go to Willowbrook Falls last night?"
This question dimmed the gleam in Francis's eyes, his expression turning even more hostile. He snorted coldly, "Who are you to ask about my schedule?"
Harper took a deep breath and barked, "A woman who wants to give it a shot with you. Is that enough?"
This sentence gave Francis a surge of excitement, an urge to pull her into his arms.
Francis thought to himself, 'A shot? Another lie.'
Harper was with Vincent at the hotel, while he waited outside like a fool.
Thinking about last night, Francis pressed his tongue against his molars, his tone cold and harsh as he said, "A shot? Do you think you're clever at playing me?"
When Francis's face turned cold, it was truly chilling.
Harper felt cold all over. She bit her lip and said, "I didn't..."
Before she could finish, a mocking laugh came from the side.
"Oh, so you got dumped and came crawling back."
The hostess finally realized Harper wasn't one of her kind. Harper's high-end outfit looked expensive, but she was just a woman Francis had dumped, not much more noble than her.
She clicked her tongue and sneered, "How pathetic! The man didn't want you."
This made Francis's face darken even more. He almost crushed the glass in his hand!
He wanted to control himself but couldn't stand others' dirty mouths talking about Harper. He felt irritated and knew this wasn't a good sign.
The hostess, oblivious to Francis's expression, got to her knees and deliberately bumped into Harper, as if provoking her.
Harper, feeling disgusted, took a step back and smiled, "Looks like you haven't figured out who's really pathetic here."
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