"Why hasn’t he co back yet? Did sothing happen on the road?"
At this mont, Harry Zachary was lying atop Josephine Hawthorne, looking down at the woman with flushed cheeks, his lips curled into a mischievous smile, "Madam asked to help with so work, it’ll be a while before I can return."
"Work? What kind of work did my mom have you do?" Hannah Hargrave furrowed her brows in confusion, the family had hired a maid, and if sothing major needed doing, workers could be hired from outside.
Being with Josephine Hawthorne, Harry Zachary could clearly hear Hannah Hargrave’s phone conversation, his lips curled even more mischievously, smiling as he spoke, "Hold on a second, I’ll let Madam talk to you."
Having said that, he pretended to call out, "Madam, the CEO wants to speak with you."
Beneath him, Josephine Hawthorne glowered at him but had no choice but to answer the call.
In a normal tone, she laughed and asked, "Hannah, is sothing the matter?"
"Mom, what work are you having Assistant Zhao do?"
"Oh, the toilet in my room isn’t working well, Assistant Zhao is helping fix it," Josephine Hawthorne ca up with an excuse.
"Don’t move!" Josephine Hawthorne bit her lip and playfully scolded, then, on the phone, Hannah Hargrave’s voice ca through again, "Mom, who are you telling not to move?"
"Ah, I ant the maid at ho, Assistant Zhao is busy, I told her not to ss with the tools," Josephine Hawthorne’s lies ca effortlessly, "Hannah, anything else? If not, I’ll hang up."
Assistant Zhao is "working" for you right now, so not in the mood to chit-chat with your daughter.
"Oh, it’s nothing,"
"Then I’ll hang up." Hearing her daughter say it’s nothing, Josephine Hawthorne hurried to end the call as Hannah Hargrave’s voice ca through again, "Mom, ask Assistant Zhao to co back early, there’s work waiting for him at the office."
"Okay, don’t worry, once he’s done working, I’ll have him return."
Finishing the call, Josephine Hawthorne tossed her phone aside and playfully punched Harry Zachary, "Troublemaker!"
"Doesn’t Madam enjoy it?" Harry Zachary’s lips curled as he increased his force, Josephine Hawthorne closed her eyes, furrowed her brows, and moaned continuously until she was satisfied and let him go.
...
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Harry Zachary fiddled with the gold card in his pocket, his lips unconsciously forming a smile as the black Jeep headed back.
A single service and he earned a fifty thousand reward, enough to strive for years, since the mother and daughter were willing to pay high, he gladly provided his services.
Inside the villa, Josephine Hawthorne lay on the large bed, reminiscing.
Henry Hargrave relied on money and status to find won outside, why couldn’t she?
She’s just over fifty, still so young, she refuses to live as a widow.
...
In the United States, Nicholas Croft had just ended a call with Evander Lancaster, when Nathan Moore’s number called in.
No need to answer for Nicholas Croft to know what they wanted to talk about, standing by the window, one hand in his casual pants pocket, the other holding the phone to his ear.
"Nathan, what’s up?"
"Brother, is little Sophie... really that serious?" Nathan Moore had seen the news online, so he imdiately called.
Nicholas Croft looked at the street where the trees were already bare, speaking faintly, "Only after dying can one be reborn, sotis death is a brand new beginning."
"I understand." Nathan Moore said, understanding Nicholas Croft’s aning, knowing so details about the car accident, and more about Nicholas Croft’s suspicion it was Hannah Hargrave’s doing, though no evidence yet.
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