Chapter 14 There's Something important to Talk about
Chapter 14 There's Something important to Talk about
In the Charmed Bar.
As soon as Harriet Smith accompanied Grace George came in, they saw Eric George lying on the
ground!
Eric George was holding his belly and groaning. He was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground.
Luis Moulton, a middle-aged man in his forties, was sitting on the sofa in front of him. He had a fat head
and big ears, and a thick gold chain around his neck. He crossed his legs and cursed, "Damn it! How
dare you mess with my woman? If I don't chop you up today, my name is not Luis Moulton!"
As soon as she walked in, Harriet Smith heard these dirty words. She immediately felt sick!
Especially when she saw the greasy face and belly which was almost bursting out of the shirt on the
sofa, she felt even more disgusted...
Seeing her brother like a drowned mouse lying on the ground, Grace George's legs went limp and she
almost knelt down.
"How can you let my brother go?"
Luis Moulton smiled, revealing his yellow teeth.
"Didn't I just say that my woman has a gigolo boy, your brother, behind my back? I'm a cuckold now, so
he's gonna have a hard time! Let's beat him!"
As soon as he gave the order, the assistants beside him stepped forward together and stopped in front
of Eric George.
Grace George gritted her teeth and stepped forward. "I'll kneel down for you. Can you let my brother
go?"
If these people really did it, her brother would definitely be disabled!
"You didn't even kneel. How can I let your brother go?" Luis Moulton took a drag on the cigarette and
exhaled white smoke.
Grace George moved her legs. Just as she was about to kneel down, Harriet Smith reached out and
grabbed her.
She took a step forward and looked at Luis Moulton, being neither humble nor pushy. "Even if she
kneels, you won't let go of her brother, will you?"
Luis Moulton raised his eyebrows and looked at Harriet Smith seriously. "It seems that there is still a
smart person."
Harriet Smith said calmly, "It takes two to make a quarrel like that. With all due respect, a woman who
is kept by a man but kept another man must not be a good woman. Even if she didn't have Eric
George, she would have kept another man. Eric George is just a scapegoat. Don't you think it's boring
for you to be so angry about such a woman?"
Luis Moulton laughed loud. The anger in his heart dissipated a little, and he was a little interested.
"What's your name?"
"How can an ordinary girl attract Mr. Moulton?" Harriet Smith naturally knew what he was thinking.
Luis Moulton was getting more and more interested. "The ordinary girl is good. It's not bad to change
the style occasionally."
"The freshness is only temporary. The ordinary girl are bland and tasteless. There is nothing
interesting." Harriet Smith calmly changed the topic and said, "Mr. Moulton is a magnanimous man.
Besides, you have taught Eric George a lesson. Can you let him go?"
"Since you have already said so... How about this? you drink five glasses with me, and I will let him
go!"
Harriet Smith stared at his face and said, "Mr. Moulton is both straightforward and trustworthy. I agree
with you."
Hearing this, Grace George held Harriet's hand nervously.
Shaking her head, Harriet Smith took the glass from Luis Moulton, raised her head, closed her eyes,
and drank it all in one breath.
After five glasses in a row, she felt as if her throat was on fire. She felt her head was heavy and her feet
were light.
Luis Moulton did keep his promise. He let go of Eric George and looked at Harriet Smith with a
malicious smile.
"I haven't finished my words yet. After drinking five glasses, you have to make love with me, so I'll let
you go. Otherwise, you can't save yourself after you save Eric George!"
"You're shameless!"
Harriet Smith shook her head and tried her best to keep herself awake.
"So what if I'm shameless?" Taking a step forward, Luis Moulton reached out to pinch her chin and
looked her up and down. "You have rosy lips and white teeth. You are also a beautiful ordinary girl."
"Let me go!"
Harriet Smith twisted her body and struggled, but how could a woman's strength be compared to a
man's?
Grace George also hurried forward to help, but was stopped by Luis Moulton's assistants and could not
take a step forward.
Luis Moulton pulled Harriet Smith into his arms and walked forward.
But just as he took several steps, a lazy and casual voice drifted over. "Miss Smith, did you ask for
leave and skip your private tutor's class just to drink with a man?"
The sudden voice stunned everyone and they all looked over.
Luis Moulton was shocked and immediately went up to him. "Mr. Wright, what can I do for you?"
Beau Wright didn't look at him. His eyes fell on Harriet Smith's back and he said lightly, "It seems to be
very lively here."
"Someone doesn't know the rules, so I taught him a lesson. I didn't disturb Mr. Wright, did I?" Luis
Moulton said flatteringly, "I'll pay for all the expenses Mr. Wright spent."
No matter in business or political circles, who wouldn't show respect to Beau Wright?
"Are we very familiar with each other?"
Beau Wright's tone was cold. He walked up to Harriet Smith and said, "Miss Smith, are you going to
stay here to drink or go back with me?"
Harriet Smith's body swayed, but her eyes lit up when she saw the familiar figure.
She quickly nodded. Although her words were not very clear, they were particularly urgent!
"Go... back..."
How could he let go of the yummy meat that had already reached his mouth?
Luis Moulton was unwilling to give up. He struggled and said, "Mr. Wright, I still have something to talk
about with Miss Smith."
"Is it very important?" Glancing at Luis Moulton, Beau Wright opened his thin lips and said in a low
voice.
A chill ran down his spine!
Luis Moulton shivered and quickly changed his mind. "It's nothing important."
"Since it isn't. I'll take her away."
Beau Wright said casually and hooked his hand at Harriet Smith. "Why are you still standing there?"
"Go... I'll go now!"
Harriet Smith took a step forward excitedly and followed Beau Wright out.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.