Isabella Weaver broke free from Harry Hunter's hand and said lightly, "I'll pay back the money I owe you, but I'm not here to keep you company. My colleague Cora Ginger is lively and cheerful; she can keep you company."
Cora Ginger was touched and almost cried when Isabella Weaver introduced her. Oh, what a good colleague! She didn't forget her at such a crucial mont!
She imdiately snuggled up to Harry Hunter and smiled gently, "Sir, would you like to keep you company?"
Harry Hunter's face was sowhat gloomy; this was truly the first ti he encountered a woman trying to push him away!
He didn't even give Cora Ginger a glance and sat back on the sofa with a cold expression.
Isabella Weaver sighed with relief and imdiately left the room.
However, Cora Ginger was sowhat reluctant to leave. What a tall and handso man, simply the ultimate handso guy, and Isabella Weaver couldn't see his rits, but she really liked him!
Unfortunately, this young master with such a distinguished background clearly didn't see her in the sa light.
Cora Ginger exited the room, looking back at every step, sowhat distractedly pushing her little cart toward the next room.
She tilted her head, gazing at Isabella Weaver's nearly perfect side profile, and suddenly said, "No way, I need to apply to the manager, I can't be in a team with you anymore! Being with you ans no one will notice , they'll all be looking at you!"
Isabella Weaver thought for a mont and said, "Why don't you help with makeup, make look uglier, it might make you stand out more."
"That... doesn't seem right, does it?"
"It's fine." Isabella Weaver was indifferent; she often encountered such entanglents, and looking uglier would save a lot of trouble.
Cora Ginger imdiately laughed happily, "Hahaha, okay then, it's settled!"
...
In the room, several n couldn't be bothered to flirt with their female companions, and all gathered around Harry Hunter, babbling:
"Young Master Hunter, it's rare for you to find soone you like; I'll call soone to bring her in to accompany you!"
"Yes indeed, Young Master Hunter, we've gone to great lengths to invite you here, we must make sure you have a good ti, we won't go ho until we're drunk tonight!"
"Just a waitress, Young Master Hunter taking an interest in her is her blessing, Connor, what's wrong with your subordinates, get that girl in here quickly!"
Connor smiled on the surface but a cold glint passed through his eyes.
Except for Harry Hunter, who could order him around, who were these guys trying to command him?
Despite his disdain, Connor was very calculating, and didn't engage with them, just stood motionless behind Harry Hunter, waiting for his orders.
Isabella Weaver might be the daughter of the Watch King, Christopher Weaver; she's not an ordinary waitress.
"Shut up, sit back down!"
Harry Hunter, in a bad mood, said indifferently, then resud drinking.
The group had overdone their flattery, hitting a nerve instead, so they sheepishly sat back down, each holding onto a beauty, drinking their fill.
His phone in his pocket kept vibrating; Harry Hunter took a look, and his mood worsened.
Connor also saw the caller ID on the screen; he knew it was the family calling again to urge him to get married.
The patriarch of the Hunter Family didn't have long to live, and his only wish was to see his grandson start a family. As the elder's condition deteriorates, Harry Hunter's pressure grows ever heavier.
He's the only heir of the Hunter Family, yet he's sworn off marriage for life.
The old man fears he'll truly never marry, feeling he can't rest in peace without seeing him settled down, relentlessly urging him.
But the more his family pressures him, the more Harry Hunter resists and the stronger his rejection becos.
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