Hunter Family ancestral ho.
The elderly lady sat at the principal seat, accompanied on her right side by Cherry Lewis, who was gentle and beautiful.
Ben Hunter paced back and forth in the living room, with an angry expression on his face, but refrained from venting because Cherry was present.
"Cherry is the granddaughter-in-law I approve of; I absolutely do not agree with that one called Isabella! You haven’t seen how arrogant she was when I t her today, completely disregarding , an old lady. Hurry up and get the grandson to divorce this vixen, otherwise the Hunter Family will never have peace!"
Ben Hunter was full of anger: "I worked hard to coax the grandson into agreeing to marry and even give a great-grandchild, don’t ss things up for ! I have already t the child, looks good, has a good disposition, as long as Harry likes her, he can marry whoever he wants, that’s sothing I’ve already promised!"
"Great-grandchild?!"
The elderly lady stood up abruptly: "My great-grandchild must not crawl out of such a vixen’s belly! Cherry is the one who should give birth; she’s far superior to that lowly waitress in every way, and the child will be born with a noble and powerful family background, good status and pedigree!"
Ben Hunter frowned: "What waitress? Isabella’s identity is not bad; she’s Christopher Weaver’s daughter, not lowly at all!"
The elderly lady and Cherry both froze; Christopher Weaver’s daughter? The famous Watch King?
The elderly lady turned to Cherry: "Didn’t you say she was working at the club? Didn’t you say she was just a servant?"
Cherry felt a bit flustered: "I didn’t know her identity; the first ti I t her, she was indeed working as a waitress at Royalton Club, and Brother Harry grabbed her out of spite for and made her his girlfriend!"
Ben Hunter glanced at Cherry, feeling a bit unhappy.
It was Cherry who made a fuss at the engagent party, hurting the grandson’s heart, causing him to lose hope in won and marriage, and swore he would never marry again.
Now just as the grandson is finally recovering, she’s out causing trouble again.
"Cherry, you should head back to the Lewis Family, we have private family matters to handle. I’ll have the driver take you!"
Ben Hunter wanted to send her away, but the elderly lady objected: "What private matters? This is directly related to Cherry; she’s staying here today! None of you are willing to keep company, only this girl is willing to sleep with this old woman! Want her gone, then might as well throw out too!"
As they were arguing, the living room door was thrust open, and Harry Hunter strode in.
"Harry, why are you back? Weren’t you discussing the project with Mayor Charles?"
"Little Harry, it’s good you’re back; hurry up and get a divorce, I saw her today and she is completely unsuitable for you!"
Harry didn’t bother to acknowledge them; he walked straight to Cherry, grabbed her collar, and dragged her out.
Cherry was still mid-sentence, calling "Brother Harry," when she was jerked stumbling, her high heels flying off.
She was choking, her feet kicking, struggling, but was unable to break free from Harry’s grasp.
The elderly lady was shocked and rushed to block him: "What are you doing? Let go imdiately, you’re scaring Cherry!"
Harry indifferently released his grip, and Cherry fell "thud" onto the ground.
Hunter Family’s living room wasn’t carpeted, but large antique slate tiles, Cherry fell hard and was in so much pain she couldn’t get up for a while.
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