As the group left the hospital, Harry Hunter first escorted Isabella Weaver to the car, disregarding the gazes of those around them. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "Rember to think of ."
Isabella Weaver wasn’t as thick-skinned as Harry. She hurriedly ducked into the car and waved him off.
Harry Hunter remained unfazed, closed the car door for her, and unusually nagged Grace, saying, "You must stay by the Young Madam’s side without leaving her for a mont. Wherever she goes, you go. I don’t want a hair on her head hard!"
He had actually said this before; Grace had heard it at least five tis. But she still respectfully replied, "Yes, rest assured, Young Master."
Natalie Niles was taken aback when she heard Grace’s address for Harry Hunter.
Only those who had followed Harry Hunter closely would call him "Young Master." Ordinary people at most called him Young Master Hunter or Mr. Hunter.
She watched Grace talk with Harry, and a feeling of reluctance surged within her.
In every way, she was better than Grace. The one who should be talking with Harry today was her!
Nobody knew her inner thoughts. Harry Hunter finished his instructions and had already got in the car, with Grace also in the driver’s seat, acting as the driver.
Natalie Niles lowered her head, sat in the passenger seat, and couldn’t help but glance back at Isabella Weaver.
Her cheeks still carried a slight blush, exuding the sweetness of being loved by a man. Her eyes were bright, and she wore a simple black-and-white professional outfit, with the only highlight being the expensive bag by her side.
Natalie Niles withdrew her gaze.
She felt breathless, wondering why such an ordinary woman could win over her, why she could win over Cherry Lewis!
Isabella didn’t notice Natalie. She was being dragged along by Cora Ginger, listening to her incessant chatter, completely at ease.
When they arrived at the company and Isabella brought the three people into the office, Secretary Nina Landon’s eyes widened.
"President, these three are..."
"An assistant and two bodyguards. You can get to know them; you’ll be working together in the future."
Nina couldn’t help but draw in a breath. As expected of the Young Madam of the Hunter Family, her status was extraordinary, having so many people accompanying her—how much would that cost!
Though shocked, she quickly beca familiar with the three and threw herself into work.
Isabella was even more diligent and motivated than her, perhaps due to the pressure. She was exceptionally efficient today, quickly handling so trivial matters, and under Samuel Shaw’s guidance, held her first designers’ eting since taking office.
During the eting, Cora and the other three stood not far behind her, plus Nina as the secretary, forming an impressive lineup.
Those in Moonlight Jewelry who initially didn’t accept Isabella’s authority didn’t dare openly challenge her in the conference room anymore faced with this kind of stance.
Unaware that he inadvertently bolstered his little wife’s power, Harry was busy but still found ti to call Ben Hunter.
"Where did you buy your pogranates?"
"Why do you ask?"
"My wife loves them. Buy another hundred pounds and airfreight them over."
"Is she a pig? Can she eat a hundred pounds?!"
"Your wife is a pig! Can’t I spoil my wife? Hurry and send them over; the ones from last night weren’t fresh anymore!"
Ben Hunter laughed in exasperation at his grandson. Calling his wife a pig was basically calling Harry’s own grandmother a pig!
"There aren’t a hundred pounds; this pogranate tree is a new variety, very low yield, lots of people fighting over it. I’ll just send you another ten pounds."
"Then send the saplings, I’ll grow them myself!"
"Focus on running the corporation well. What are you doing growing pogranate trees!"
"I plan to have a great-grandchild for you when my pogranate tree bears fruit."
"The saplings will arrive tomorrow!"
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