Chapter 485 Why Not Ask Me Directly?
Harper's heart did a little flip, and she was ready to bolt. But the doors had shut and it started going down.
The guy was right next to her, rocking a baseball cap and a mask, totally incognito. Harper stood tall, every muscle in her body on edge.
Seconds felt like hours. Even though Harper's eyes were glued to the floor numbers, she was keeping tabs on the guy with her peripheral vision. The elevator had top-notch, no-blind-spot cameras, and she noticed the guy seemed to give the camera a quick glance.
Time dragged on painfully, but finally, the elevator hit the basement level. Harper's legs felt like they were made of lead.
The doors slid open. The guy just stood there, like he was waiting for her to make the first move. Harper shuffled out with stiff legs, hearing footsteps trailing behind her. She was just a few steps from her car, where the driver was chilling inside.
Harper picked up the pace, but after a couple of steps, someone grabbed her shoulder. Her whole body went rigid, and without thinking, she swung her elbow back! The person behind her dodged, and Harper took the chance to dash toward the car, but a deep voice stopped her. "Harper."
She whipped around and saw it was Francis. She threw herself into his arms, still shaking, and said, "Francis."
With Harper trembling in his arms, a cold look flashed in Francis's eyes. He asked, worried, "What happened?"
Harper glanced back but saw no one. She wondered if she was just being paranoid. In the elevator, the guy had an exotic feature, although she couldn't catch what he exactly looked like from the side of her view. But now there was no one behind her; maybe he was just heading to his car.
At that moment, a black sedan cruised by. Harper was momentarily dazed and said, "There was a guy in the elevator just now. I thought he was following me."
"Get in the car first." Francis was instantly on high alert.
Once in the car, he made a call. The whole parking lot's exits were locked down, and soon a team of security guards was combing the area for any sketchy characters. Even the black sedan that had just passed by was stopped.
The driver's outfit matched the guy in the elevator, but when he took off his hat, it was just a regular face. Harper thought maybe she was just exhausted and paranoid.
She held back Francis, who still wanted to grill the guy, and said, "It's okay, maybe I'm just being paranoid."
Then she apologized to the man.
Isla took the driver's car, and Harper left in Francis's ride. As they drove off, the black sedan reappeared outside the parking lot. The guy inside peeled off a facial prosthetics, revealing an exotic face.
He raised his hand, dialed a number, and said, "Arthur, it's not easy to handle right now. Harper's got too many people around her."
This place wasn't like Emerald Isle, where offing someone was as easy as squashing a bug. Northfield's security was too tight; any slip-up could get him nabbed.
As he spoke, the badge tattoo on his arm glinted in the moonlight.
Emerald Isle.
Arthur was playing with a canary in a cage. He flicked the canary with his fingertip, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then chill for now. Elodie just woke up, and I don't wanna kill anyone this month. Don't wanna upset her."
Even though Elodie didn't remember, Harper was still her daughter.
The guy said, "Arthur, there's something else you might wanna know."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "What?"
The guy replied, "I once had a gig involving Harper."
Arthur's eyebrow shot up. "Someone hired you to off her?"
The guy shook his head. "Not exactly. I just felt like killing someone that month."
Just like this time, same reason. Otherwise, with his status, he wouldn't need to take such hit jobs.
The guy reminded Arthur, "That person is also connected to you."
Arthur's eyes narrowed. "Audrey?"
The guy nodded. "Yeah, but I didn't expect Harper to make it."
He remembered it was over a river, and when the car went down, it was already in pieces. In such a mess, Harper still managed to survive.
"Don't sweat it, Arthur, I'll get her this time." The guy grinned wickedly. "I never let any prey escape."
Arthur raised an eyebrow and suggested, "Then wait a month."
He went back to playing with the canary, but suddenly, the bird bit him. Arthur's eyes turned icy, and without a second thought, he snapped the canary's neck. In a blink, the beautiful bird lay lifeless in the cage.
Arthur smiled heartily, stroking the dead bird, mumbling, "Isn't this much better?"
Just then, there was a noise outside the door.
"Who's out there?" Arthur rushed over in a flash. He yanked the door open.
Elodie was kneeling on the stairs.
Arthur's eyes turned cold, just like when he looked at the dead bird. He slowly approached, his voice icy. "Elodie, what are you doing here?"
Elodie's shoulders trembled, and she looked up, her voice full of fear. "Arthur, I couldn't find you."
Arthur paused, staring at Elodie for a long time. Finally, his thin lips moved. "Why? I'm not going anywhere."
Elodie said, "Arthur, my feet hurt." Her mature, beautiful face showed an innocent expression, which surprisingly didn't seem out of place.
Arthur slowly squatted down, a smile without warmth on his face. "I'll carry you back."
Arthur picked up the soft Elodie, and as he stood up, she rested her chin on his shoulder, looking dependent. Their faces were turned in different directions, each lost in their own thoughts.
The next day, Harper arrived at the studio and was just about to get out of the car. Suddenly, a swarm of reporters appeared out of nowhere.
"Ms. Murphy, Ms. Hernandez from the Hernandez Group revealed that you seduced her fiancé during her engagement. Is that true?"
"Ms. Murphy, there are rumors that you have relationships with multiple people, including Mr. Campbell from CelestialGlow Entertainment. Is that true?"
"Ms. Murphy, aren't Mr. Campbell and Mr. Getty good friends? What's that about?"
"Ms. Murphy, did you know that Ms. Hernandez is pregnant with Mr. Getty's child?"
A barrage of accusations left Harper stunned.
Before she could respond, a large, well-defined hand knocked away the camera that was persistently in her face. The man glared at the reporters coldly and barked, "Why don't you ask me directly?"
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