You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 11

Harrit Smith hadn't been so angry when she didn't have the call!

Lucas Smith was good for nothing. His only role was to obey Vera Brion!

If he was in front of her now, she would have beaten him to death. As a man, Lucas had no sense of responsibility at all!

It was also at this time that Harrit Smith remembered that she had pulled her wallet when she was moving things at noon. Now she was without a dollar, and there was no place to stay at night!

Thinking of this, she quickly called Lavinia George and Senya. But they both had something to do and left the country.

Hanging up the phone, Harrit Smith became weak. This was how Christmas was spent this year.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up, but her eyes collided with Beau Wright's eyes which were as deep as the sea. Her body trembled slightly, and she handed over the phone. "Mr. Wright, I am very sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Beau Wright said and glanced at her red and tender lips again, with his eyes flashing.

In the dreary car, only the sound of breathing could be heard. Harrit Smith felt a little depressed and casually found a topic to talk about. "How did Sykes know that I was locked up in the police station?"

Beau Wright's thin lips curved into a playful smile. "It's me who came to save Miss Smith. What does it have to do with Sykes?"

"I have no friendship with you. You wouldn't save me for no reason. He must have asked you to come."

Without thinking, Harrit Smith knew the reason.

Beau Wright looked at her with a smile and deep eyes. "After spending the night together, don't you think our relationship is deeper?"

She shivered and woke up from her shock. She glared at the man in annoyance.

"It's just a one-night stand. I don't have the charm to ask Mr. Wright to save me, do I?"

Beau Wright was never short of women in Tranton. Whether the women with big breasts or thin hips. As long as he wanted, women would fly forward like moths.

Harrit Smith always liked to be down-to-earth, instead of doing those empty dreams.

People must recognize reality.

Beau Wright's Adam's apple moved slightly as if he was recalling something. "Actually, Miss Smith, you're pretty good..."

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