Jeremy Duff was montarily stunned, countless thoughts churning in his mind. Who exactly is this Isabella Weaver that so many people are concerned about!
But Harry Hunter’s concern was clearly different from that of others. He seed to care deeply about Isabella Weaver!
Jeremy Duff felt like he was in trouble!
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the rolls of fat on his stomach trembling: "Young Master Hunter, Isabella Weaver...was dismissed by ..."
"Slap!"
Jeremy Duff was slapped across the face, but it wasn’t Harry Hunter who did it— it was Connor.
Connor had followed Harry Hunter for many years and could accurately judge when Harry Hunter wanted to hit soone. Naturally, what he needed to do was strike on behalf of his young master, so as not to dirty the young master’s hands.
Harry Hunter’s gaze was unwavering, still cold: "Who told you to dismiss her?"
"Christopher Weaver!"
"And who else?"
"And your fiancée Cherry Lewis."
"Slap!" Another slap landed, this ti even Connor’s face lost its smile as he reminded Jeremy Duff: "President Duff, our young master’s fiancée is Isabella Weaver, how could you mix that up?"
Jeremy Duff was so shocked that he forgot about the pain on his face, hastily saying, "I didn’t know, I really didn’t know, Young Master Hunter, your engagent with Miss Lewis was known throughout the city, I thought after she returned to the country, the two of you would soon be married. When did Isabella Weaver beco your..."
He dared not continue, because he noticed Harry Hunter’s expression growing colder, the pressure from him ever more intense.
Harry Hunter’s anger was nearly uncontrollable now; it had been a long ti since he had been this furious.
When Cora Ginger blad him for matters, he had thought she was unreasonable, but it turned out she wasn’t! It was really because of him!
Very well!
He had been dormant for too long; everyone had forgotten his na, forgotten his thods!
Even Cherry Lewis dared to challenge him!
His so-called friends all around were continually testing his boundaries too!
Did everyone think it was impossible for Isabella Weaver to marry him?
Well, he would marry her just to show them!
The angrier Harry Hunter was inside, the calr his face beca; even his voice seed peaceful: "Why did Christopher Weaver want you to dismiss Isabella Weaver?"
Jeremy Duff wasn’t used to Harry Hunter’s calmness and responded nervously, "His personal secretary called , saying Isabella Weaver was taking advantage of her Weaver surna to do things detrintal to the Weaver Family, that she was practically non-existent, and told to just fire her."
A flash of cold sharpness crossed Harry Hunter’s dark eyes. Was this how Christopher Weaver treated his own daughter? Hitting her wasn’t enough; he had to cut off her road!
No wonder the first ti he asked her about Christopher Weaver, she claid not to know him!
"Jeremy Duff."
"Young Master Hunter, your orders!"
"You will personally go and bring Isabella Weaver back. I want to see her tonight."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Also, I don’t want her to continue working as a server."
"No problem, I’ll make her a manager!"
"Manager level is too low, make her the owner, and you can be her assistant!"
Jeremy Duff looked up in shock, but faced with Harry Hunter’s cold stare, he didn’t dare say anything, only lowered his head respectfully, "Yes."
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he left the private room and headed straight to Isabella Weaver’s school with his secretary.
Cora Ginger stood in the corner, nearly dumbfounded by the scene she had just witnessed.
The formidable and esteed owner of their club, before Harry Hunter, was humble and fearful, didn’t even dare utter a sound after being slapped!
Moreover, he was about to give up the position of the club’s head to Isabella Weaver?!
Having spent such a long ti at the club, from attire, bearing, to conversation, Cora Ginger had discerned Harry Hunter was one of the more powerful young masters, yet she never imagined he was formidable to such an extent!
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