"If only she would hit ." Mia Davis pouted, "She wouldn’t even see us. My dad said I’m not allowed to see you anymore."
"Mia." Harry Snowpine held her arm, "I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’ll definitely apologize to your dad later."
"What good is apologizing to my dad?" Mia Davis frowned and thought for a while, "How about... you go and beg Vera Wave? Doesn’t she quite like you? Beg her properly and ask her to speak up for you in front of Kris Cooper?"
"This..."
Harry Snowpine hesitated a little. After what he had done, would Vera Wave even see him?
"What do you an by this and that!" Mia Davis grabbed his arm, "Let tell you, Harry Snowpine, this all started because of you. If you don’t find a way to straighten this out, I’ll take back the car and house tomorrow. You can move out tonight. After that... don’t ever think about seeing again!"
Releasing all the grievances she suffered from her father angrily onto Harry Snowpine, Mia Davis pushed him away and ran down the steps, wiping her tears.
Spoiled since childhood, she felt extrely aggrieved getting slapped by her father for the first ti.
Harry Snowpine watched her diminishing figure, gritted his teeth, and eventually had no choice but to dial Vera Wave’s number.
He had studied abroad, relied on Vera Wave’s savings for his expenses, and only turned to Mia Davis, who had been pursuing him, after the Wave Clan went bankrupt.
With just half a year left in his studies, he still had to depend on Mia Davis during this crucial period. Already used to extravagance by Vera Wave, Harry Snowpine couldn’t adapt to a life of poverty anymore.
The call went through quickly.
On the 30th floor, Vera Wave, who had just delivered a pack of printing papers and was catching her breath, heard her phone ring and hurriedly took it out.
Seeing the familiar number, she hung up the call, unsatisfied, and then added Harry Snowpine to the blacklist within her contacts.
Monts later, a Whatsapp ssage ca in.
"Vera, I’m sorry. I deeply apologize for what happened before. Could you co out to et ? I want to apologize in person."
"Go to hell!"
Vera Wave replied with two words, then put his Whatsapp, Twitter, and email... all into her blacklist.
The phone hadn’t dimd when the desk phone rang again.
Vera Wave reached out and picked up the receiver.
"Logistics Departnt."
"CEO Office, send over two packs of fax paper."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Vera Wave took two packs of fax paper from the rack and headed upstairs.
"Give a pack."
A little assistant from the CEO Office was fiddling with the fax machine. Seeing her, he quickly took one pack over.
"Should I leave this pack here for you?" Vera Wave asked politely.
"Please go to the CEO Office and replace the fax machine inside. I’m too busy here, sorry for the trouble!"
"No problem."
The other party’s tone was polite, so Vera Wave naturally responded kindly. Walking through the corridor, she headed straight to the door of the CEO Office, lifted her hand, and knocked.
In her heart, she felt a bit excited.
She had heard many tales about this young prince but never knew what he looked like. Now she finally had a chance to find out.
"Co in."
A man’s voice vaguely ca from inside.
Vera Wave pushed the door open and entered.
The office space was huge, and the chair behind the desk was empty, showing no sign of anyone.
She clutched the fax paper, walking inside and looking around.
In the diagonal door, Kris Cooper stood in front of the bed in the lounge, taking off his suit, while Tommy Taylor was standing next to him.
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