You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 24

"Yes..." There is a touch of impishness in his low voice. Then, he raised his eyebrows and said, "As a teacher, you should be good at performing and adapting. I naturally believe in Miss Smith..."

"Mr. Wright, who told you that a teacher should be good at performing and adapting? Do you think I'm a wild survivor?" She retorted angrily.

"Miss Smith does know a lot..." With a smile on his thin lips, Beau Wright started the car and left.

How could this person be so dominant? He couldn't listen to anyone else at all. She frowned and muttered in her heart.

However, when he finally left, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised. In Harriet Smith's eyes, it looked more attractive... After work in the afternoon, Harriet Smith walked out of the school. A middle-aged man in a suit came over and blocked her way.

She frowned in confusion. Just as she was about to speak, the man spoke first, "Miss Smith, I'm Secretary Aaron. The president asked me to take you to your apartment."

She had no choice but to get in the car. She went home first to sort out some daily necessities and clothes.

Then, she went to the apartment with Secretary Aaron.

There was no one in the large and luxurious apartment. She pulled her suitcase and stood in the living room. Secretary Aaron had left.

Standing there, Harriet Smith was a little stunned and hesitant. When she thought that they were going to live in the same room, she felt a little unnatural and nervous.

But after thinking about it, she still couldn't escape. She gritted her teeth and walked into the room with her suitcase.

In the Charmed Bar.

The moving music was ear-piercing, and the men and women on the dance floor shook their bodies wantonly.

In the private room.

Kayson George and Arthur Andrew looked at the man on the sofa without blinking.

The suit jacket was casually placed on the sofa. Beau Wright was only wearing a black shirt, and his sleeves were slightly rolled up. His arms were firm and his lines were beautiful.

He clenched a glass of wine and raised his chin slightly, the wine was drunken.

"Damn it. It's Vogart, Poland. The concentration of alcohol is 90%. Why isn't he drunk yet?" Kayson George touched his chin.

"Compared to that question, I'm more curious about why he got together with Miss Smith and got married!" Arthur Andrew shrugged his shoulders in surprise.

"I'm also curious about this question, but I'm curious about tonight is the first day of the wedding night. Why did he come here to drink? Did he think of his aunt?"

The glass in Beau Wright's hand paused slightly, but it only lasted for a moment. Then it returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

But Arthur Andrew caught it with his sharp eyes. He hit Kayson George's shoulder lightly and said in a low voice, "Do you have to run into the gun?"

With a light cough, Kayson George noticed something and immediately stopped the topic.

At one o'clock in the morning.

Harriet Smith was still sitting on the sofa without falling asleep. Perhaps it was because of the change in the environment that she found it difficult to fall asleep.

And Beau Wright had not come back yet...

She frowned slightly and could not tell what kind of feeling she had in her heart.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and she stood up from the sofa in shock.

Who could it be at such a late hour? Could it be Beau Wright?

She stepped forward and opened the door, only to see Arthur Andrew and Kayson George standing beside her.

Beau Wright, on the other hand, was standing in the middle, supported by two people. His hair was slightly drooping. Obviously, he was drunk.

"Long time no see, Miss Smith." Kayson George smiled and said, "Mr.Wright just ended a business gathering. He drank too much."

Arthur Andrew echoed, "We happened to be here, so we sent him back."

Harriet Smith was even slapped to the ground by they calling her sister-in-law. She watched in a daze as the two of them helped Beau Wright go to bed in the room and walked out again.

"I'll leave Mr.Wright to Miss Smith. You can treat him whatever you want!"

Before Kayson George could finish his words, Arthur Andrew kicked him behind his back and said helplessly, "Miss Smith, don't take it to heart. Good night."

Then, he dragged Kayson George away.

Harriet Smith walked into the bedroom and her gaze fell on the bed.

He seemed to have drunk a lot, so he was drunk and unconscious. There was a touch of decadence and casualness in his handsome face, which was more attractive.

Walking over, she squatted down slightly and took off his leather shoes.

This man had always been mature and steady, but how could he be so drunk today?