Watching Josephine Hawthorne sit into the passenger seat herself, Harry Zachary pursed his lips, slamd the car door shut, and opened the driver’s door to sit inside.
The black Jeep was specially equipped for him as the "assistant" by Hannah Hargrave. The cabin was not only comfortable to ride in, but convenient for other activities too.
"Assistant Zhao, this car is quite nice," Josephine Hawthorne said, trying to make conversation. Harry Zachary politely curved his lips but said nothing, starting the engine as the black Jeep drove out of its parking spot towards the exit of the parking lot.
Josephine Hawthorne held her purse resting on her legs, slightly raising her chin and looking forward. Her attire matched the expression on her face, with an air of a dignified wealthy lady.
As the Jeep exited the parking lot, it made a big turn towards the left side of the road. Watching Harry Zachary skillfully handle the steering wheel to make the smooth turn, Josephine Hawthorne raised her hand and placed it on the back of Harry Zachary’s hand. The unexpected motion startled Harry Zachary, causing the Jeep to jitter and glide to the side before returning to the proper path.
Josephine Hawthorne gently stroked the back of Harry Zachary’s hand, smiling and saying, "This child’s hands are truly beautiful; you can tell they’re talented at a glance."
In the face of such warmth from Madam, Harry Zachary could only accompany it with a smile, forcefully curving his mouth although he was already feeling chills all over.
Josephine Hawthorne’s fingertip continued to gently caress the back of Harry Zachary’s hand, the erald ring on her ring finger quite obvious. Its vivid green color accentuated the whiteness of her fingers. If not for her face, just looking at this hand, no one would doubt the age of the hand’s owner.
However, with Hannah Hargrave as her daughter for comparison, Josephine Hawthorne appeared quite disadvantaged.
Her fingertip lingered on the back of Harry Zachary’s hand, feigning concern as she said, "Assistant Zhao, it’s really a pity that soone as good-looking and well-built as you is only an assistant. Have you ever thought of becoming an artist, acting in TV dramas or comrcials? You would surely beco famous."
"Madam is really joking," Harry Zachary politely said, taking the opportunity of shifting gears to free his hand from Josephine Hawthorne’s.
Josephine Hawthorne awkwardly withdrew her hand, grasping and rubbing the strap of her purse, yet her gaze still lingered upon it.
"Why would I be joking with you? I’m serious; with your qualifications, as long as you find a team for packaging and do so promotion, you would surely be popular in no ti," Josephine Hawthorne said. Seeing Harry Zachary’s lack of response, she emphasized again, "Isn’t that the pattern for celebrities now—packaging, promotion, participating in reality shows to get so exposure, and then you can beco the lead?"
Harry Zachary smiled again, "Song doesn’t dare to dream too much; already satisfied being the president’s assistant."
Josephine Hawthorne subtly observed the trace of disappointnt on Harry Zachary’s face and secretly curved her lips, saying, "Don’t rush, when I have ti, I’ll speak with Hannah. Such good resources being wasted on just being an assistant!"
"Thank you, Madam." Harry Zachary’s attitude remained polite, offering a seemingly random thank you, but Josephine Hawthorne was already aware that he was tempted.
Harry Zachary often drove Hannah Hargrave around, so he was familiar with the Hargrave Family’s address. Forty minutes later, the black Jeep stopped outside the villa’s gate.
Watching Josephine Hawthorne push the passenger door open to get out, Harry Zachary politely said, "Madam, take it slow."
"Hmm," Josephine Hawthorne lightly responded, suddenly "rembering" sothing before closing the passenger door, she gripped her purse with both hands and looked at Harry Zachary saying, "Assistant Zhao, I just rembered that last ti when Hannah returned, she left sothing at ho. Can you help her take it back?"
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