Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 125

Wesley Smith did not respond to the woman's words, but slowly took another drink at hand and leaned back on the sofa with no emotion in his eyes.

Harriet Clark understood that she had to come to beg him today. She had no choice but to leave or follow orders.

The throat was very spicy after a cup of vodka, and Harriet Clark was almost forced to tears by the strong burning breath.

Song Junfeng immediately raised the gentlemanly demeanor of loving the beautiful lady while looking at the scene, and said to Wesley Smith easily, “Wesley, a symbolic punishment is enough, this alcohol is too strong for women to drink, let's have some fun."

Harriet Clark recognized that the relationship between the leader of the Song family and Wesley Smith should be quite good, because she had heard that few people dared to be rude and call him that name "Master Smith" as if nothing had changed since Wesley Smith's father passed away and he completely took charge of " Pop Culture Group ", they should have a very deep friendship.

She looked at Song Junfeng gratefully. However, Wesley Smith was obviously in a bad mood now. Even though Song Junfeng had been his friend for many years and pleaded for her, he just raised his eyelids and said, "Are you interested in her?"

Song Junfeng's face was stiff. He glanced at Camille Brown to see her reaction. However, the woman just kept her eyes on Wesley Smith and didn't notice him at all. He said angrily, “Can I be interested in your woman?"

“It’s not anymore.”to his surprise, Camille Brown heard what he said and immediately spoke.

The remark was abrupt, as if she were trying to separate them, Camille Brown added presently, "I mean, the relationship between Miss Harriet and Boss Wesley was not what people think, so don't embarrass her by saying that.” How thoughtful of her to say this. Some ignorant people definitely thought Camille Brown was helping Harriet Clark.

“Isn’t it just a glass of alcohol? Drink and it's over. What are you procrastinating about?” A man began to urge.

The men in this room were all here to indulge. Besides they were used to seeing the drama between men and women. How to treat a woman was not a problem for them to consider as long as they were not disappointed. Besides, if Harriet Clark took the initiative to find Wesley Smith, shouldn’t she be ready to face such a situation? There was no need to be reserved.

Harriet Clark pursed her lips, and then poured the rest of the alcohol into her throat with one go.

"Yes, Miss Harriet can play it." the man took her to sit down. "Have you ever been to this place? Shall I take you out to dance? "

It was no wonder that this person was careless to chat up with Harriet Clark, because he thought that this woman was just like those purposeful cheap girls after seeing Wesley Smith's attitude, and she could be treated by him at will. Besides, this little star had recently terminated her contract, and she should be eager to get close to a gold owner for new development now. He teased her because he valued her.

"No.” Harriet Clark took a seat and directly refused.

Her head was dizzy after drinking, and the pungent alcohol fumes made her feel miserable，so she prepared to pour a cup of boiled water to moisten her throat on her own.

Unexpectedly, another cup of white liquor was handed to her before her hand touched the tea, "Come on, have another drink. I'm sure Miss Harriet could pour a thousand cups."

Harriet Clark raised her head and frowned, but the man next to her seemed not to see her reluctance, and he still put the alcohol into her hand with a smile.

She unconsciously glanced at Wesley Smith's direction. Camille Brown was talking to him and he didn't notice her completely.

Harriet Clark bit her teeth and took another sip of alcohol, which made her head dizzier.

No, she was afraid she wouldn't have the energy to talk to Wesley Smith even if she has a chance after drinking like this, so she said politely, "sorry, I want to go to the bathroom."

"Just sit down and go?" this man was discontented with her and said, "wait a moment, finish this cup before go."

"No, I really can't. I'll get drunk later."

This man laughed with an intention. "Are you afraid I can't take care of you if you are totally drunk?"

With that, his hand caressed Harriet Clark.

Harriet Clark frowned and pushed aside his hand. "Mr. Fang, please respect yourself."

"Oh, you know who I am." Fang was happier, "Why not be obedient if you know me?"

Harriet Clark's last bit of patience was used up. Her flattery was all for Wesley Smith. But what was the matter with being entangled by this unreasonable man?

She simply stood up and was about to open her mouth to Wesley after thinking that.

Fang frowned unhappily. Harriet Clark made no effort to cater him. He became impolite and said, "Can't you see Boss Wesley is busy? Besides, don't rush to pester him since you've been dumped by Boss Wesley, our Master Smith never returns to his ex-girlfriend. "

Harriet Clark felt a little moved in her heart when she heard this. What he meant by this was that Wesley Smith had women before. Otherwise, what was "never return to his ex-girlfriend."?

"Yes? Who else was there before that? "

Fang raised the corner of his lips and glanced at Camille Brown, "see? The big star, a few years ago, she actually had a secret relationship with Boss Wesley for a while, but it wasn't made public. Now she still wants to rekindle their old love? It's a pity that our Boss Wesley is tired of her, and hasn’t responded to her hint at all. "

No wonder Camille Brown was hostile to her at the beginning.

Harriet Clark finally knew that it had to have been a few years ago before she and Wesley Smith had an encounter. Think about it. How could she be the only woman of Wesley Smith?

"So, just stay here, and you may have another chance if I'm pleased." Fang was still that smiling face, " Even Camille Brown can't make him turn back, you are more impossible, admit it."

Harriet Clark didn't listen to him any more. Instead, she went up to Wesley Smith a few steps ahead. "Boss Wesley, I don't know when you'll have time to talk to me alone?"

The nearby Fang immediately yelled as soon as she said this, "Miss Harriet, there are too many people who want to talk with Boss Wesley alone. I'm afraid it's not your turn today. "

Harriet Clark gave him a cool look. "It's a private matter between Boss Wesley and me. Mr. Fang doesn't have to worry about it." Wesley Smith finally contacted her eye, but his indifference made her feel uncertain.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Harriet Clark was stunned. She couldn't directly ask about her brother here. However, Wesley Smith's appearance showed that she didn't "serve" well.

As Harriet Clark hesitated, Camille Brown, next to him, consciously poured a glass of wine and was ready to pass it to Wesley Smith and smiled, "Wesley, you'd better stay alone with Miss Harriet for a while. She looks very worried."

The words were true, but which heard in other people's ears only made Harriet Clark looked even more shameless while trying to get in touch with Wesley Smith.

Harriet Clark smiled carelessly. She was really not ashamed at all.

"Yes, I've always been keen to Boss Wesley."

With that, she boldly pushed her way to Wesley Smith and sat down. She grabbed Camille Brown's glass and put it on the table. Her mouth floated gently: "I remember Boss Wesley didn't like this red wine, and had drunk it enough."

Camille Brown's face slightly changed, but she still kept smiling, "I'm really sorry, Boss Wesley used to like this one, I think it's the same now."

"It's understandable that people's tastes will change. I've been with Boss Wesley for so long and of course I know him better." Harriet Clark replied sentence by sentence.