Harry Hunter hung up the phone, refusing to give the old lady another chance to speak.
She was extrely greedy for power and money, but as she got older, she didn’t pay much attention to these things anymore. Who knows what benefits the Lewis gave her to make her start ddling in his marriage again.
Cherry Lewis was the fiancée that the old lady initially set up for him, not soone Harry chose himself.
The phone rang again, this ti it was the old man calling.
Harry picked it up, his voice indifferent: "What is it?"
"Your grandmother just called , crying her eyes out. What’s the matter with you, boy? Did you forget your grandmother once you got married?"
"And what if I did?"
Ben Hunter was stunned with anger, not expecting him to admit it so readily!
"You unworthy descendant, she raised you with her own hands!"
"So I listened to her and accepted all her arrangents, including my marriage!"
"Isn’t your grandmother doing it for your own good? The Lewis is the only great family just below ours, and Cherry Lewis is the only heir of the Lewis Family. You can’t find a girl better than her in the entire city."
"So I should just forget what happened at the engagent ceremony and marry her again?"
Harry’s voice was utterly cold: "As soon as I get a little better, you all can’t wait to jump out and try to control my life, right?"
"It’s not about controlling you, you’re still young and don’t understand many things. Isn’t this just giving you so guidance?"
"I don’t need it!"
Harry hung up the phone coldly, the anger in his heart surging like a monstrous wave.
He once swore never to marry, not because he liked Cherry Lewis so much, or because life was hopeless without her, but to resist the oppression from his family.
He didn’t really take that vow to heart, but the Hunters all thought he was deeply in love with Cherry, believed that he was heartbroken at that engagent ceremony, and indeed never foisted another fiancée on him, instead waiting for him to find a girlfriend himself.
To secure the Hunter Family inheritance and fulfill the old man’s last wish, he married Isabella Weaver.
Unexpectedly, it was all a scam!
Harry didn’t sleep a wink all night, and at dawn, he received the news: the Lewis Family gifted the old lady a castle worth ten billion, and when Cherry gets married in the future, the Lewis Family’s dowry increased to a hundred billion.
Harry knew that castle; it was a landmark building in A City, built on a scenic hillside. The Lewis didn’t even live there themselves, only hosting annual gatherings of celebrities for the Lewis Family matriarch’s birthday party, or throwing parties for distinguished ladies and young won when the matriarch was in a good mood, doing charity donations and introducing resource relationships.
Countless people tried to get a glimpse inside the castle, and the Lewis Family matriarch had gained imnse prestige, becoming the most revered woman in the social circles of wealthy families in recent years.
The Lewis Family actually gave away the castle!
No wonder the old lady was tempted!
In comparison, Cherry’s dowry of a hundred billion seed insignificant, because the entire Lewis Family would ultimately belong to her. Whoever married her would inexplicably gain an asset worth thousands of billions, which was well known.
The main reason Harry agreed to marry her back then was precisely because of her dowry—Isabella guessed correctly, he didn’t care about love or romance at all. It was all just for assets and power!
Harry chuckled mockingly; deep down, he was still a Hunter, just like the old lady and the old man.
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