Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 121

Harriet answered in a calm tone, "Well, I haven't asked anything, so don’t explain to me. If you and Mr. Smith have something to do, I won’t bother you tonight."

Then, Harriet hanged up the phone. Somewhere in her heart extinguished and darkened like the screen of her phone.

"Len, please bring me home."

At the same time, in the CEO office of the Pop Culture Group.

A flicker of cunning passed over Irene's eyes, with a faint sneer crossing her face. She deleted the call records from Wesley's phone and put it back on the table.

"Well, Harriet. I have told you to come here to have a look. It is you who refuses my advice. Don't blame me for misdirecting you."

After saying these words, she pretended a hesitating look and hovered in front of the office.

At this time, Jack showed up and told her, "Ms. Whitty, please leave, our boss doesn't like someone stays here."

"But…"Irene slightly bit her lip and asked him in a pathetic way, "I beg Mr. Smith to let Harriet go. I heard that she hasn't go back to work for a long time and I really worry about her."

However, Jack turned a deaf ear to Irene's words. After picking up his boss's phone, he said something to the secretary beside him and left.

The secretary closed the office door and said, "Please go back, Ms. Whitty, otherwise, I will call the safeguard."

Irene finally left the company in reluctance. Everyone passed her had witnessed her disappointing look.

She looked worried on the surface, but was satisfied deep inside.

That was what she wanted.

She came for Wesley today to play the show of begging for Harriet. However, their conversation just started when Wesley left because he got something to handle. And when she was going to leave the office, the ring on the table rang and she found Harriet called. That started their conversation.

No matter whether Harriet would find the truth or not in the future. She had already carried her point.

The next day. After a whole night of tossing and turning restlessly, Harriet finally dialed her phone.

However, she called Jack instead of Wesley this time.

"Hello, assistant Jack."

"Hello…what’s wrong, Ms. Clark?"

Hearing Harriet's clear voice, Jack couldn’t stop quivered. The last time he picked up her phone, he found he was going to lose his job. And this time he felt the same.

"Mr. Smith. It’s Ms. Clark." He told Wesley who was calling and then pressed the button of hands-free.

Sitting behind his office table, Wesley's expression was complicated.

"Well, I just what to ask whether Mr. Smith is available today. Can you make an appointment for me? I want to talk about something with him."

Glancing at the man on the chair, Jack answered, "You can call our CEO directly if you want to make an appointment."

Harriet replied, "I am afraid of bothering him. You boss has so many things to handle. Even if he finishes his job, there are lots of personal affairs left for him. Hence, I can only ask you to make an appointment and won’t occupy him."

Wesley hinted Jack to give him to phone.

"When have you become so timid?"

Harriet was waiting for Jack's reply, while another voice came from the other side of the phone. Her hands trembled, "How?"

Wesley said in a playful and sexy voice, "Well, then why you don't dare call me directly?"

"…"Harriet remained silence for a while. She reminded of Irene's voice yesterday and said in a cold voice, "You have thought too much. I simply don’ want you to waste your time."

The man hummed, "Well, since you know this, then there is no need for you to make an appointment."

The call was hanged up before Harriet could reply.

"Mr. …Hello? Hello?" She threw her phone on the bed angrily, "Wesley. Do you really don’t want to meet me?"

Thinking of this, Harriet got angry. Since Wesley hated her so much, she should go to visit him to make him feel disgusted. Why he could be so calm while she was heart-broken?"

Harriet wore a delicate makeup and changed an elegant and gentle dress after making up her mind.

When she came out, she met Len, who was also planning to go outside.

A flicker of compliment passed over Len's eyes and he praised her appearance from the bottom of his heart, "You are…gorgeous today."

Harriet smiled and winked at him, "Is that true? Then you think in which day I am not gorgeous?"

"…" Len flushed and said, "Well, you look gorgeous every day."

He was too shy.

Harriet smiled and went downstairs with him.

"Where are you going? Dating?" Len asked her curiously.

Harriet replied slowing, "Not for a dating, but for a fighting."

Len dazed and answered immediately, "Where? Can I give you a ride? I am free right now."

"How can I bother you every time?" Harriet refused him without thinking.

However, Len was more stubborn than her and answered, "Because you're going to a fight. Then I think I should go to support you and help you. I won't bring you any trouble. Just let me go with you, really."

Len stared at her with his innocent as well gentle eyes. Harriet remained silent for a few seconds and finally agreed him.

"Ok. Then I will regard this time as a bonus for fans. But you should do as what I tell you when we arrive."

"No problem."

Len's reaction was like a docile boy described in the novels. Seeing his expression, Harriet smiled and got on his car.

On the top floor of Pop Culture Group.

Harriet rushed to the elevator. After the door closed, a female clerk whispered to her companion, "Well, she told someone to bother Mr. Smith yesterday. And today she's coming in person. You are so lingering."

"She should be so regretful now. If she knows what will happen today, she will never terminate the agreement."

Harriet wrinkled and interrupted their conversation, "Are you treating me as deaf or stupid? Do you dare say things out loudly?"

The two clerks turned around, "We are talking about you. What? You asked Irene to beg for you yesterday and you still want to come now? Are you done with this? Our Pop Culture Group doesn't allow people like you to get inside."

Harriet sneered, "Well? Then why you people who like to murmur behind other's back exist in this company?"

"You!" One of the clerks pushed her, "Watch your language! Do you think we're as snooty as you?"

Len immediately held Harriet and told them in a righteous voice, "Can you be polite? Why you are talking to her like this?"

"Well, who are you? Harriet, you are messing with this man while coming for Mr. Smith?"

The elevator door opened. Seeing the man outside the door, Harriet starred at the two clerks.

"Do you guys have a crush on Mr. Smith since you care about him so much? However, what a pity it is for Mr. Smith likes delicate woman like me! You cannot be with him even if you try your best. Maybe a cosmetic operation works for you."

The two women wanted to hit her when realizing they were at a disadvantage.

Len stood in front of Harriet when seeing this.

However, before they moved their hands, a cold voice came behind them, "I give you five minutes to disappear from my company."

The two clerks turned around in astonishment and was terrified.

"I am, I am sorry, Mr. Smith. We are just…we are not…Please give us another chance! We promise we won't say anything!"

Wesley looked at them coldly, without giving them another glance, instead, he stared at Harriet, who was behind Len.

"The other time I hear your voice. It's not simply discharging."

The two women left fearfully after hearing this.