Harry listened to her loud shouting, feeling a bit irritated: "Connor, let the old lady have a good sleep, she talks too much!"
Connor stepped forward with a smile, waved a white towel in front of the old lady, and she quickly fell asleep.
Connor was very satisfied; tomorrow he’ll go find Johan Niles for so solution, it’s really effective!
"Connor, which area nearby has the most fish?"
"Fishy Beach, loads of fish!"
"Hmm, toss Cherry Lewis into the sea to feed the fish!"
"Got it!"
Connor waved, and his n imdiately stepped forward and took Cherry Lewis away without further ado.
Cherry’s screams echoed in the Hunter Family’s old house for a long ti.
Harry frowned as he looked at the sleeping old lady, then turned to ask Connor: "Where’s the Old Master?"
"Playing chess next door with Grandpa King!"
"Bring him back!"
Three minutes later, Ben Hunter was carried back by Connor.
"What’s this, what’s this? I haven’t finished my chess ga!"
Ben was furious, shouting loudly.
Harry looked at him coldly: "It’s already late, you still haven’t gone to bed? Playing chess past one o’clock?"
"You brat, I’m definitely going to win this ga! Hurry up and take back!"
"No going back, get a good night’s sleep, go find him tomorrow!"
Ben stared at his grandson as if he’d seen a ghost, why does he feel like his grandson is coaxing him?
Did the sun rise from the west?
Harry pulled him onto the bed by his clothes: "Why are you not properly accompanying your wife late at night, instead of hanging out with an old fellow? I’ve tossed Cherry into the sea to feed the fish, you accompany the old lady, don’t let her stir things up."
Ben: "..."
The grandson is starting to discipline him now??
This world is getting more surreal!
The earpiece in Connor’s ear rang, after listening to his crew’s report for a while, he imdiately said: "Young Master, Grandpa King has barged in, asking the Old Master to go out, saying he can’t sleep if he doesn’t finish the chess ga!"
"Make ten minutes free for tomorrow, arrange a eting with Mayor King."
"What if Mayor King asks about the eting content?"
"Just say I’m introducing a companion for his dad! What’s up with him sticking to our Old Master all the ti!"
"Understood!"
Harry nodded, glanced at the stunned Ben: "Where’s my pogranate tree?"
Ben imdiately responded: "You think I shipped it with a rocket? The fastest it’ll arrive is tomorrow!"
"Hmm, that’s fine." Harry nodded and added: "You hurry up and sleep, staying up late increases the risk of sudden death!"
Ben almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!
He watched Harry’s back, until Harry was completely out of sight, then he chuckled to himself.
How peculiar!
The grandson actually knows to care for him!
Where did he learn this?
Isabella Weaver?
Tsk! The little girl isn’t old, but quite skilled!
Harry didn’t know about Ben’s chuckles; he didn’t think he was wrong, and felt that disciplining the old man was quite satisfying, deciding to do more of it in the future.
He returned ho, took off his shirt and suit, changed into the loungewear Isabella bought for him, kissed Isabella, lay down next to her, and pulled her into his arms.
Half asleep and half awake, Isabella felt soone lying down, opened her eyes to glance at Harry, and complained sleepily like a brat: "Where have you been?"
Without batting an eye, Harry replied: "Just went to the bathroom, did I wake you?"
"Then why is your body so cold?"
"Stayed there a bit long, let warm up first before holding you."
"No way."
Isabella refused to let go of him, holding his waist, and continued to sleep in a daze.
A sweet feeling suddenly arose in Harry’s heart.
He kissed Isabella’s rosy lips, held her, and drifted off to sleep peacefully.
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