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| Body | "Harry, this is the divorce agreement prepared by Ms. Grennan. Ms. Grennan hopes that your marriage with her will end here!"<br /> In the office of the CEO of the Westwood Group, Annie Hall throws a divorce agreement in Harry Walton's face.<br /> "Divorce? Is that what Mikaela wants?" Harry mumbled.<br /> Annie rolled her eyes. "Obviously. Westwood Group is thriving, and Mikaela's raking in billions. She's the hottest CEO in Manhattan now. Do you really think you still have a place in her life? Don't be delusional, Harry. You're just a stain on Mikaela's success story."<br /> Harry laughed. ‘Stain? What a joke!’<br /> Mikaela had come a long way—CEO, billionaire, the belle of Manhattan. But did she ever stop thinking that without him in the past, the Grennan Family wouldn't be where they were today?<br /> Three years back, the Grennan Family hit rock bottom, on the edge of bankruptcy. But it was him who stepped up, to turn things around. In just three years, the Grennan Family bounced back stronger than ever. Mikaela even made it into the top ten in the Manhattan Wealth Ranking. Yet, here he was, faced with a ludicrous divorce agreement.<br /> "Sign it. Do it willingly, and you'll walk away with a million in your pocket. Enough to kick back and relax for the rest of your life. But if you drag this to court, you won't see a dime," Annie sneered.<br /> Harry, keeping his cool, pushed the papers back onto the coffee table. "I can't do it. Divorce is one thing, but I need to talk to Mikaela face-to-face. This is between us, not some outsider meddling."<br /> "Harry, you've got some nerve!" Annie's disgust was written all over her face as she looked at him. She couldn't fathom why he was still pestering Mikaela at this point.<br /> Mikaela Grennan was a billionaire now, and the Grennan Family was riding high. Meanwhile, Harry was just a speck of dust, not even worth Mikaela's time anymore.<br /> He is simply not worthy of her status!<br /> "Come on, Harry. If you sign first, I might be able to sweet-talk Ms. Grennan into throwing in some extra goodies for you. Otherwise, you're getting nothing！"<br /> "No way, I'm not signing!"<br /> Bang!<br /> Annie slammed her hand on the table, jabbing a finger at Harry. "What's your plan here, Harry? Trying to play the victim and score some pity points?"<br /> Just then, the click-clack of high heels echoed at the door. A woman stepped in, radiating elegance with her gold-rimmed glasses and classy attire.<br /> "Ms. Grennan."<br /> Annie straightened up, offering a greeting.<br /> Harry raised his head to see the woman before him. She was drop-dead gorgeous, someone he'd been by the side of for three years straight. But in that moment, as he gazed at her, she seemed like a complete stranger.<br /> She was Mikaela Grennan.<br /> The reigning queen of Manhattan.<br /> Mikaela faced Harry, taking off her glasses and giving him a once-over. After three years together, she spoke with an air of indifference, "Alright, let's sit down and talk."<br /> "Nope. I just need to know, what am I to you, really?"<br /> 'What a load of trash!' Annie thought.<br /> Mikaela's mouth twitched, like she had a whole speech ready, but she kept it short. "Let's just sign, Harry. You get the Emerald Park villa, all the wheels, and an extra million. Got other demands? Just keep it reasonable, and I'll see what I can do."<br /> Honestly, the divorce terms were already pretty generous. The villa and cars alone were worth over three million, and a million in cash would set an ordinary person up for life. But Harry couldn't help feeling like a punchline.<br /> Three years together, day in, day out, and they were ending it like a business deal. She was quite the savvy businesswoman.<br /> "Think this pocket change is enough?" Harry shot back.<br /> Annie interjected coldly, "Harry, don't push it. These were Ms. Grennan's gifts to you. She's being nice, so don't push your luck."<br /> "Pushing it? You said I’m pushing it?"<br /> Harry laughed and said, "Seriously? Let's do the math on how much I've poured into this family and marriage over the past three years.<br /> "Mikaela, you're the one who's gone too far!"<br /> Mikaela sighed, "Harry, let's just pretend I'm apologizing. I won't say more. Just sign the papers. If you're not happy with the deal, speak up. I only have one condition: sign it and divorce."<br /> "From here on out, we're cutting all ties," Mikaela declared firmly.<br /> "Okay!"<br /> Without hesitation, Harry grabbed a pen and scribbled his name on the divorce agreement.<br /> Tossing the pen aside, Harry leveled his gaze at Mikaela. "You're underestimating me, Mikaela. I don't want any of the stuff - no house, no car, no cash. I just want what's rightfully mine from the Wharton Family. It's my mom's legacy, meant for her future daughter-in-law. And you ... don't deserve it!"<br /> "Alright."<br /> Mikaela nodded and removed the gold bracelet from her wrist.<br /> This bracelet had been a wedding gift from Harry, said to be a cherished heirloom from his mother, meant for her future daughter-in-law. With their ties severed, she had no right to keep it.<br /> "Mikaela, mark my words. You'll pay for this one day, and you'll regret it!" Harry's parting threat hung in the air as he walked away.<br /> Watching Harry leave, Mikaela was at a loss for words. After a moment, she covered her face with her hands and turned to Annie. "Do you think I did the right thing?"<br /> "Absolutely, Ms. Grennan. Harry's just dead weight now. Keeping him around would only drag you down. You made the right call to cut ties and move forward," Annie reassured her.<br /> Mikaela didn't respond. In that moment, her heart ached in a way she hadn't expected. She thought she was over Harry, that divorcing him wouldn't faze her. But now, an inexplicable sadness gripped her heart, as if a heavy weight was crushing her torso with every beat.<br /> Stepping out of Mikaela's office, Harry cast a glance back before stepping onto the elevator. No one came after him. It felt like it was really over.<br /> "Ha, how ridiculous! Three years of busting my butt for her, and this is how it ends? Well, Mikaela, you think I'm not good enough for you? You think I'm just a stain? Fine, you'll regret every bit of it!"<br /> From now on, Harry was history. The old Harry, the one from three years ago, was making a comeback in the martial arts world. Mikaela might have given him the boot today, but someday, she'd wish she hadn't.<br /> Harry's gaze turned steely, his whole demeanor shifting from suave to sharp. He was like a blade unsheathed, ready to take on whatever came his way.<br /> Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number.<br /> "I'm looking for Mr. Hunt."<br /> "That’s me."<br /> A middle-aged voice answered on the other end.<br /> Harry spoke calmly, "It's Harry. I've thought about what you asked, and I'm in."<br /> "Huh..."<br /> There was a long exhale on the other end of the line, followed by the middle-aged man's excited voice, "Mr. Wharton, you've been laying low for three years, and I thought you were done with the martial arts scene. But now ... are you really willing to help me?"<br /> The middle-aged man sounded cautious.<br /> "The Witch Doctor once said, 'A promise is worth a thousand gold coins.' I said it, so I'll stick to it. But you gotta understand my terms. First off, my consultation fee is two million bucks, and I only treat the dead, not the living. If it's something that can be fixed, don't bother me. And once I save your buddy, I'll need some top-notch herbs in return."<br /> There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Then, the man spoke in a deep voice, "No problem. The Witch Doctor's reputation speaks for itself. I trust you can save my friend. As for what you want, we're on it. Just let us know when you're ready, or we can send a car to pick you up."<br /> "Wait for my call."<br /> Harry casually dropped the line and hung up.<br /> If Mikaela were there to witness it, she'd be shocked to see Harry exuding a whole new vibe – no longer the mild-mannered guy from home, but more like the smooth-talking sales manager at the office.<br /> His presence was something to behold.<br /> Back in the day, there were three big shots in the world of Traditional Chinese Medicine: the Celestial Doctor, the Natural Doctor, and the Witch Doctor. The first two disappeared during some crazy turmoil a century ago, leaving no heirs behind. But the Witch Doctor's lineage was still kicking around. And guess what? Harry's the direct descendant of that Witch Doctor.<br /> With that phone call, Harry brought the Witch Doctor lineage, which had been on ice for three long years, back into the spotlight of the martial arts world.<br /> Three years back, Harry was fed up with all the drama in the martial arts scene, so he called it quits after getting the boot. Then along came Mikaela, smack dab in the middle of a crisis. Harry, being the stand-up guy he was, decided to jump in and join the Grennan Family.<br /> He thought he'd finally found his place, but life had other plans.<br /> "Mikaela, since you tossed me aside like yesterday's trash, mark my words, someday, you'll regret it!"<br /> ***<br /> Ding!<br /> The elevator reached the first floor.<br /> Harry stepped out. <br /> Then, right there in front of him were two familiar faces.<br /> "Harry?" The other two were just as shocked to see him.<br /> "Mom, Arnold, what are you doing here?"<br /> Harry's surprise was written all over his face as he greeted them.<br /> Yep, those two were none other than Mikaela's mom, Helen, and her little bro, Arnold.<br /> Spotting Harry, Helen gave him a slight frown and asked in a chilly tone, "Harry, here to finalize the divorce with Mikaela? Is it really over between you two?"<br /> Harry nodded, "Yeah, I'm out, Mom."<br /> "Good riddance!"<br /> Harry thought maybe Helen would offer a bit of sympathy, but nope, she just clapped her hands and gave him this look like he was yesterday's news. "I've been telling Mikaela to divorce you for ages. Now that it's finally happening, it's for the best. Shawn, the hotshot from the Dalton Family, is coming back to town. Mikaela's always had a thing for him, and now they can ride off into the sunset together."<br /> "Shawn Dalton?"<br /> Harry was taken aback.<br /> No wonder Mikaela was in such a hurry to divorce him. It turned out her old flame was back in the picture.<br /> She ditched him like yesterday's news just to rekindle things with her old beau.<br /> Arnold chimed in with a sneer, "Yeah, Shawn, the golden boy of the Dalton Family in Manhattan. Skill, looks, status – he's got it all. He and my sister are a perfect match. You, on the other hand, well ... let's just say you’re not even in the same league. Let me tell you, that guy is the real deal for my sister!"<br /> Harry's face soured a bit as he shot back, "Arnold, that's pushing it. You knew exactly what was going down in your family when I was with her. I busted my hump for three years in your household, and now after hitting it big, you talk so shamelessly?"<br /> "Who's shameless, punk? Watch your mouth, or I'll have security show you out," Helen spat out angrily.<br /> Seeing Helen's face, Harry felt more disgusted than anything else. Three years putting up with this kind of attitude, being yelled at was not the worst. It was beyond ridiculous.<br /> "I've got stuff to do, so move it," Harry said, trying to leave.<br /> "Not so fast, who said you could go?" Arnold suddenly stood up, blocking Harry's way.<br /> "Harry, heard you Mikaela left you a villa and a million in cash. But what gives you the right to that money? It's Grennan Family property."<br /> "You wanna leave? Fine, but hand over the cash and the villa," Arnold demanded.<br /> Arnold had been dating a young model lately, but thanks to Mikaela's tight budgeting, he was stuck on a measly 1500 bucks a month allowance, causing some friction with his new girl.<br /> If he could really get that million bucks and villa, he'd be sitting pretty in no time.<br /> "Exactly! That cash is Grennan Family property. Why're you snatching it?" Helen chimed in, eager to get her hands on it.<br /> "Sorry, but I didn't ask for the money or the villa. If you want it, go meet Mikaela," Harry retorted, shaking his head.<br /> "Who're you kidding?" Arnold scoffed, grabbing Harry's collar. " I tell you, hand over the villa and eight million, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude to you!"<br /> "Hah, Arnold, enough with the threats. Let's just search him ourselves. He just signed the papers, so the check and keys should still be on him," Helen declared, moving to rifle through Harry's pockets.<br /> Helen and Arnold's little show attracted quite a crowd, with people pointing and gossiping from a distance.<br /> Not wanting to be the center of attention, Harry cut in coldly, "Mom, Arnold, we're in the office. Aren't you worried about embarrassing Mikaela? If you've got an issue, let's take it outside."<br /> "Why worry? You took what didn't belong to you, and we're just getting it back. No shame in that," Arnold shot back, plain and simple.<br /> Helen didn't waste time with words, diving straight into searching Harry's pockets.<br /> "Nothing?" She was peering at Harry with raised eyebrows once she was done.<br /> Harry's expression soured. Nobody enjoyed being publicly frisked. "I've said it before, I didn't pocket a cent from Mikaela. If you don't believe me, go ask Mikaela yourself .... Anyway, got places to be, can I leave now?"<br /> "Hold on!" Arnold grabbed Harry's wrist, pointing to the gold bracelet dangling from it. "You claim you didn't take anything. So what's with this bracelet? It's been on my sister's wrist all this time, how'd it end up with you? You stole it, didn't you, you thief!"<br /> "This is mine," Harry retorted.<br /> "You're full of it!" Helen scolded, shaking her head in disbelief. "Harry, you've got quite the mouth on you. Remember when you first showed up at the Grennan's? You were empty-handed, not even a dime to your name. Even the clothes on your back were bought by Mikaela. You dare claim that bracelet's yours? Give me a break! Arnold, take that bracelet!"<br /> Arnold wasted no time, deftly removing the bracelet from Harry's wrist.<br /> That piece of gold was vintage and valuable. It'd fetch a pretty penny if sold.<br /> "Hand it over!" Harry's face darkened, his voice steely. "That bracelet's a family heirloom from the Whartons. My mom left it for her future daughter-in-law. Since I'm no longer with Mikaela, I want it back."<br /> "Give it up!" Arnold sneered. "Family heirloom? Spare me! That bracelet's been on my sister's wrist for ages. It's hers."<br /> "Yeah, it's so shameless to try and snatch back something that isn’t yours," Helen chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain. "Remember how you used to tell us you were an orphan? So how'd you suddenly inherit this? Even if it was yours, you can't just take it. You've been living off the Grennans for three years, so this bracelet's just payback for all the freebies!"<br /> After Helen's rant, she motioned for Arnold to leave with the gold bracelet.<br /> "Wait up!" Harry intervened, grabbing Arnold's wrist. "Give me that bracelet!"<br /> "Ouch, let go, that hurts!" Arnold winced, feeling Harry's grip tighten like a vice.<br /> "Get your hands off my son, you jerk!" Helen yelled, clutching at Harry's clothes. "Harry, let him go now, or I'll call the cops!"<br /> "Give back the bracelet!" Harry's face hardened, his tone steel.<br /> That bracelet was his last connection to his mother, and he wasn't about to let them take it away.<br /> Hadn't the Grennan Family put him through enough already? Did they really think he was just a pushover?<br /> "This piece of junk? You think it's worth something? Fine, take it!" Arnold scoffed, tossing the delicate bracelet hard onto the ground.<br /> "No!" Harry shouted, but it was too late.<br /> Crack!<br /> As the chained bracelet shattered into countless pieces on the floor, Harry's heart sank like a stone. It was as if his entire world was crumbling before his eyes.<br /> This wasn't just any bracelet, it was the only relic left by his mother. It held sentimental value beyond measure. But, Arnold just broke it.<br /> Arnold's smirk widened as he taunted, "You wanted the bracelet, didn't you? Well, now it's all yours ... in pieces!"<br /> Arnold's laughter filled the room, his expression radiating a sense of smug satisfaction. Even without securing the bracelet, Arnold wasn't about to leave it whole for Harry.<br /> For Arnold, Harry was just a piece of garbage his sister had discarded, yet here he was, daring to defy him.<br /> "Arnold, you're asking for it!"<br /> Harry's eyes flashed with rage as he grabbed Arnold's neck, lifting him off the ground, and landing a hard slap across his face.<br /> Smack!<br /> Arnold saw stars as pain shot through him, his mouth splitting open at the corner.<br /> His face bloomed red and swollen in an instant.<br /> "Arnold! Harry, you... you let go of him right now!" Helen cried out in shock, trying to pull Harry away.<br /> "Back off!" Harry shrugged off Helen's grip and tightened his hold on Arnold's neck, his eyes blazing with fury. "How dare you destroy my mother's keepsake? Arnold, you think I won't end you for this!?<br /> "I've put up with enough from your Grennan Family, and I've tolerated being kicked out of the house by you, but tossing my mother's belongings? Grennan Family has pushed me too far!" Harry's words were like boiling lava.<br /> He didn't wait for Arnold to respond. Harry's hand became a blur, slapping Arnold's face repeatedly like he owed him a big debt.<br /> Arnold struggled at first, but after a dozen or so blows, he slumped against Harry's grip like a sack of potatoes, his face a gaping mess with teeth scattered on the ground.<br /> Seeing her son battered and bruised, Helen lost it. "Harry, you're out of your mind! How dare you lay a hand on my boy! I'll teach you a lesson!"<br /> With fire in her eyes, Helen charged at Harry like a bull seeing red.<br /> "Back off, or else!" Harry snapped, his eyes blazing with fury. Helen froze in her tracks, unable to move under his intense gaze.<br /> She never thought the mild-mannered son-in-law she knew could turn into such a force to be reckoned with.<br /> "Next time, stay out of my sight!" Harry's warning was crystal clear.<br /> With a loud thud, Harry tossed Arnold to the ground and strode over to the shattered gold bracelet. He carefully collected the broken pieces, each shard a painful reminder of his mother's memory.<br /> His heart felt like it was being torn apart. This bracelet was all he had left of his mother's love, and now it lay in ruins because of Arnold.<br /> "Help! Someone, help!" Helen's screams filled the air as she clung to her son, Arnold, who laid in a miserable state on the floor. The commotion quickly drew the attention of the security guards at Westwood Group.<br /> "What's going on, Mrs. Grennan?"<br /> "It's Harry, that scoundrel! He attacked Arnold. Arrest him now!" Helen's voice was shrill with anger as she demanded justice.<br /> Helen was hysterical.<br /> "What the heck? He here bullied Mr. Glennan? Somebody, come and grab him!"<br /> Frank, the head of security, hurried over with his team of guards, forming a ring around Harry. Even though Harry used to be part of the Westwood Group, everyone knew he was now just a nobody.<br /> Now, during his downfall, many of the guards looked down on him and surrounded him with disdain.<br /> Frank's tone was sharp. "Harry! Causing trouble in Westwood Group? You're asking for trouble. As a former colleague, I'll give you a chance: apologize to Mrs. Grennan, cover Mr. Grennan's medical bills, and pay for the damages. Otherwise, you won't be walking out of this building today."<br /> Harry slowly lifted his head, meeting Frank's gaze. Did Frank really expect him to apologize to that shrew and her spoiled son?<br /> "They broke it first," Harry said.<br /> "So what? It's just some busted bracelet. Mr. Grennan's worth more than that junk." Frank sneered.<br /> Was it a big deal? It was just a tacky bracelet. Who cared if it got broken? Arnold was Mikaela's brother, worth way more. So, now that he'd got bruises, it was all on Harry. The bracelet broke, he had to deal with it<br /> "I see now. You side with whoever gives you perks!"<br /> Harry got up slowly and said, "I won't say sorry, he isn't worth it."<br /> "Harry, don't be stupid. I'm giving you a pass because of the old days. You want to get cuffed and locked up?" Frank threatened.<br /> "If you're feeling brave, give it a shot."<br /> Harry tucked the broken bracelet away, gave the security guards a dismissive look, and strolled out of Westwood Group.<br /> Seeing Harry's arrogant demeanor, Frank's vital fluid boiled. Here was a guy who'd been shown the door, yet he had the audacity to act like he still ran the place.<br /> "Get him!" Frank ordered the security guards, ready to put Harry in his place. But just as they moved in, a calm voice cut through the tension.<br /> "Let him go."<br /> Annie, with her usual cold demeanor, came out of the elevator, her high heels tapping sharply on the floor.<br /> "Annie, he hurt Arnold. We can't just let him walk away. We need to teach this guy a lesson," Helen protested loudly.<br /> Harry couldn't help but smirk at Helen's outburst, filled with contempt and mockery. This woman, whom he'd once called his mother-in-law, was now eagerly pushing him closer to the edge, just as her daughter had done.<br /> Ah, the Grennan Family.<br /> Annie sighed and replied, "Ms. Grennan has spoken. This is his last chance. If he messes up again, she'll personally deal with him."<br /> "That's too soft!" Helen snapped, her eyes narrowing at Harry, as if she could shoot daggers from them.<br /> Annie turned to Harry with a stern look. "Harry, Ms. Grennan's decision is final. You've crossed a line by laying hands on her brother. Whatever history you had is now over. You're not welcome here anymore."<br /> Harry sighed deeply. "Alright, I get it. I'll cut all ties with Mikaela."<br /> If there was even a glimmer of hope left for reconciliation with Mikaela before, it was extinguished now. She didn't know the full story, how her mother publicly demanded a million dollar money and her brother destroyed Harry's only memento of his mother.<br /> With a determined step, Harry walked out of the Westwood Group building, leaving behind Westwood, the Grennan Family, and Mikaela for good.<br /> Arnold soon woke up, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. "Mom, we can't let Harry get away with this! That jerk hit me. I want him to pay, I want him gone!"<br /> Helen nodded vigorously, her teeth clenched in anger. "Don't worry, honey. Mommy will make sure your sister deals with him. How dare that worthless dog we kicked out of the house lay a hand on you. He's asking for trouble."<br /> With that, Helen helped Arnold upstairs.<br /> ***<br /> As Harry exited Westwood Group, a sleek red Ferrari screeched to a halt in front of him, its driver executing a flashy drift.<br /> The woman behind the wheel removed her sunglasses and looked Harry up and down. "You're Mr. Wharton, right?"<br /> Harry remained silent, taking in the sight of the woman before him.<br /> She was young, probably in her mid-twenties, and drop-dead gorgeous. Dressed in a casual denim jacket with a snug sporty top peeking through, she had a floral scarf tied loosely around her neck, drawing attention to her ample bosom. Her denim shorts showcased her long, gorgeous legs.<br /> "Yeah, that's me. And you are?" Harry replied, curious.<br /> "I'm Iris Browning. I'm here to pick you up on behalf of Mr. Hunt," she explained with a smile.<br /> Harry realized she was Wayne's messenger.<br /> Iris grinned. "Mr. Hunt will be delighted to see you. I hope my unexpected visit doesn't bother you."<br /> Harry couldn't be upset in the face of Iris's charming smile. "No problem, let's go. Mr. Hunt's waiting," he said, getting into the car.<br /> As they were about to leave, they noticed Frank and his crew coming out of the building, eyeing Harry sitting in such a car.<br /> Frank's jaw dropped in surprise as he watched Harry, once the husband of a beautiful CEO, now accompanied by a stunning woman in a luxurious car. A moment ago, he saw Harry down and out, but now it was quite the turnaround. What a rollercoaster of emotions for Frank, from envy to dislike, and now back to envy again.<br /> Frank got so jealous, he waved to his subordinates to gather around him. He reached out and bang the door of Harry's side of the car, and said in a cold voice, "Get out of the car."<br /> "You have problem?" Harry looked at him coldly, frowning, wondering if Mikaela had gone back on her word and sent securities to avenge her brother. If that was the case, then she had to be a heartless woman.<br /> Some might think a security captain looking for trouble with Harry was rather odd. Although Harry was no longer part of the Grennan Family and had become a stray, he was once a powerful man and that couldn't just be brushed off.<br /> The lowest-ranking person in the company, against a former boss, only showed that he was a person with the worst malevolent behavior. He wanted to shake the world, but was not aware of his position.<br /> "You're the problem. Mrs. Grennan asked us to search you lest you steal the secrets of the company and cause undesirable damage in the future.”<br /> "I didn't take anything from the company."<br /> "That's not for you to say, we have to strip you down for inspection so we can be sure."<br /> At this moment, Harry felt a sense of humiliation that he had never experienced before. He didn't know that this was Frank's own initiative, intentionally trying to embarrass him. He really thought that this was all Mikaela's idea. In an instant, the anger in his torso boiled up and ignited him. He clenched his fists and his bones made cracking sounds, "I said, I didn't take anything from the company. Now, get hell out of my way."<br /> "Refusing to cooperate, huh? Good, now I have a reason to drag you. You had just injured Mr. Arnold Grennan, didn't you? Now, I'm going to make you hold accountable. Come on guys, drag this little piece of trash out." He waved his hand to move the crowd.<br /> "Now, hold your pants people,” Iris, who was sitting in the driving seat, opened the door and got out of the car.<br /> "Mind your own business, Woman." Frank looked at Iris with a cold expression. As he spoke, he glanced at Iris's white breasts, couldn't help but made a remark in his heart. ‘Beautiful and top-notch figure. Why is it that this scumbag gets to be the one with such a beautiful woman, and not me? Curse fate.’<br /> "You better stay out of this. This is a company’s mat-”<br /> Iris stepped forward, and the moment she was near Frank she jumped, she soared and her foot kicked straight towards Frank's abdomen.<br /> That pair of beautiful legs held the power of steel, slamming down with a whistling wind. Before Frank could react, he was flung five or six meters away and fell. Clutching his stomach, he knelt on the ground like a helpless dog, retching uncontrollably.<br /> Fortunately, he had not eaten anything before so he did not vomit anything.<br /> Harry couldn't contain his surprise. He didn't expect the delicate girl to have such great martial arts skills. The four security guards who followed Frank were dumbfounded and froze on the spot, not knowing whether to take action or to look after their captain.<br /> “Who are you to be rude to Mr. Wharton? Know your place." Iris lightly landed on the ground, and after standing still, she coldly looked at Frank.<br /> "You tramp, what are you’re doing? I am the head of the security force of Westwood Group. When you’re messing with me, you are getting yourself trouble with the entire Westwood Group. She… Mrs. Grennan will get back at you”<br /> Iris' face turned grim at the mention of that name. She gave Frank a disdainful look.<br /> "To hell with her. My name is Iris Browning. If you are not happy about this, come to the Browning's house and find me. I'll wait.”<br /> “But I do curious, though. Do you really think your glorious Mrs. Brennan has that much of a leisure time to blow off a report from a mere security guard like you? Remember your place.” After saying that, Iris turned around and got into the car. In the car, she looked at Harry with a smiling face.<br /> "Shall we go now?" Harry nodded.<br /> "Let's go." <br /> Iris smiled charmingly, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car rushed out like an arrow shot from its bow. In a blink of an eye, only Frank and four security guards were left on the scene. The security guards back to their senses and rushed to help Frank up.<br /> “Sir, are you okay?” One of them asked.<br /> Frank felt as if his stomach had been kicked into eight pieces. The pain was so painful that he wished to die. |
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