Chapter 434 Just Friends
The hostess' face went all stiff as she hissed, "What the hell do you mean?"
Harper smirked, "Maybe I got you wrong. Or maybe, you just love being some dude's toy."
The hostess didn't see Harper being so cocky even when begging for a man's attention. She thought Harper would be all sweet to win the guy back.
"So what if I'm a toy? Mr. Getty picked me over you." She was so mad her face twisted, and she snapped, "Who knows how many guys have had their fun with you? Drop the act. You are just a plaything at a higher level."
Thinking about how close her plan was to working but got wrecked by Harper, the hostess angrily grabbed a glass of wine and raised her hand to dump it on Harper's face.
Just as her wrist lifted, Harper grabbed it.
Harper said, "That's none of your business."
The hostess couldn't move, watching helplessly as Harper twisted her arm, spilling the wine all over her own face.
Harper let go, and the glass hit the ground with a sharp clink. She warned, "But you'll pay for what you said."
The hostess's wrist hurt like hell, her face covered in wine, looking miserable. She said, "I just hit the nail on the head, didn't I? You dress all fancy but are just..."
"Shut up." Francis's voice was low and heavy, like a storm brewing.
The hostess gloated, "He told you to shut up."
Francis was furious! How could there be such a dumb broad?
He cursed, "Idiot!"
Johnny felt the tension in the air. He was the one who brought the hostess here but didn't mean to piss anyone off. He quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Mr. Getty is really charming. Two beautiful women fighting over him. A dream of all men."
As soon as he said that, the room burst into laughter, and others joined in the teasing.
"A dream of all men indeed."
"Yeah, if Mr. Getty weren't here, we might have had a chance tonight. With such a handsome guy around, chances are not on our side."
Those men's drunken words were as vulgar as possible.
Harper's mind was already muddled, and she couldn't tell who Francis's "idiot" was aimed at. But she felt standing here was pretty stupid.
And what's worse, she was arguing with a hostess over a man.
She looked at Francis, a chill rising, and said, "Francis, are you ready to give up without asking any questions?"
Francis's face had darkened as he couldn't stand her making a fool of herself here again.
Harper pressed her lips tightly, trying hard to hold back her tears. "Fine, let's stop wasting our time."
Francis's hand at his side clenched slightly, his heart filled with pain.
"And, Vincent and I are just friends. We met at Willowbrook Falls by chance, not as you think."
Harper's former confidence had turned into uncertainty. She felt unsure if Francis was bothered by this. Despite feeling very hurt, she still had to state her original intention. It was also to give a complete explanation for their recent entanglement.
After that, she turned decisively and walked out, leaving behind a stunned Francis, who was still chewing on her words.
The heavily made-up hostess felt great seeing Harper leave, thinking it was impossible for Harper to steal her man. She moved closer to Francis, coquettishly saying, "Mr. Getty, I helped you get rid of that troublesome woman. How are you going to reward me?"
For a man like Francis, it wouldn't be a surprise to see women flock over to be his girlfriend. The hostess, having been in this career for a long time, naturally knew that the rich always loved the new and easily got tired of the old. So, people like her had to find another way, being sensible, obedient, and capable to make men look up to them.
"Mr. Getty, please honor me and take a drink." The hostess squeezed closer to Francis, her strong perfume hitting like a brick wall.
Francis, with a face like ice, smacked the glass right out of her hand. The hostess lost her balance and hit the floor.
Francis stood up, towering over everyone, his expression like a king's. He said coldly, "To be real, I'm the one begging to get back with her."
That bombshell was enough to shock everyone, especially Johnny, who wanted to slap himself silly. How could he keep eyeing the woman Francis was into? He was here to ask for a favor, but now he just hoped Francis wouldn't hold a grudge.
The hostess was still on the ground. Seeing Johnny stand up, she called out all flirty, "Mr. Barnes."
That hope was gone, but she had to cling to this one.
Johnny found her super annoying. If Francis got pissed, his life would suck tomorrow.
Johnny's face turned sour, and he kicked the woman away. "Get lost, you witch."
Harper stormed out and hopped into a taxi at the door. As the car started, Francis's voice came from behind. "Harper!"
The driver glanced through the rearview mirror and asked, "Ma'am, is he calling you?"
Harper said coldly, "No, let's go."
Since everything was out in the open, she didn't want to get tangled up anymore.
The driver drove off, but soon, a loud roar echoed down the road, and the taxi was forced to stop as Francis' car pulled off in front of their car.
The car door opened, and Francis got out from the back seat, tall and imposing. The taxi driver freaked out and locked the door, saying, "Ma'am, we might run into a bad guy here."
Francis approached, yanked at the car door, but it wouldn't budge. He glared at the driver and said coldly, "Open the door."
The driver, an old guy, was unexpectedly cowed by the young man's stare. Under pressure, he didn't open the door, his hands shaking, but he still tried to comfort Harper, "Ma'am, don't worry. I won't open the door."
But his voice was a bit shaky.
The driver took out his phone and dialed for help right in front of Francis through the glass.
Harper thought the driver was a good guy and didn't want to scare him or cause trouble, so she said, "Sir, don't be afraid. I know him."
"You know him?" The driver was about to dial, but hearing this, he quickly canceled.
"Yes, please roll down the window. I'd like a word with him," Harper said.
The driver rolled down the window, and before Harper could speak, Francis eagerly said, "I went to Willowbrook Falls last night."
Francis said hoarsely, "I know I got you wrong."
The words were out, but Harper couldn't just brush off the humiliation from earlier.
This time, it made her see clearly that there were too many issues between them, and it felt worse that they couldn't trust each other like a couple. Trying again was pretty rash and irresponsible before they had faith in each other.
"Okay, I get it," Harper said.
Francis was stunned for a moment and said softly, "I'm sorry."
She said indifferently, "Fine, I accept your apology. Can I go now?"
Francis was rooted to the spot, tall and unmoving. The misunderstanding was cleared up, how could he let her go?
He said, "Come with me."
Harper felt his words were shameless and said, "Mr. Getty, there are plenty of women waiting for you."
"What women?" Francis asked.
"The hostesses over there, lining up for you. Don't waste time with me," Harper said.
Francis's handsome face suddenly broke into a smile.
Harper realized what was wrong. Her words sounded like she was super jealous.
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