David said solemnly, "Don’t worry, Young Master, I will make sure Young Madam is safe."
"Zoe Lewis made a nice dinner tonight. Give her a chance to make a request, and ask what she wants."
"Yes."
"You can leave now, Grace Watt, co here."
Grace imdiately stepped forward, showing utmost respect, "Young Master."
"Recount the eting between Isabella and Cora Ginger, without missing anything."
Grace didn’t dare to slack and recited everything exactly as it happened.
Harry Hunter nodded in satisfaction, "Good, go find David and collect your reward for protecting Young Madam."
Grace was a bit stubborn, she felt it was her duty to protect Isabella, and said softly, "Young Master, I’m not reporting behind Young Madam’s back for the money, I’m just worried she might suffer."
"Hmm, I understand, now go to David to get your money before I have to repeat myself a third ti."
Harry Hunter found her too long-winded, his tone impatient and voice more severe.
Grace was so frightened she clamped her mouth shut and hurried to find David to collect the money.
The Young Master could be terrifying, clearly giving her money yet insisting on being the bad guy.
She recalled Zoe Lewis whispering during a picnic about how she was so scared of Harry Hunter that her legs would tremble.
Grace understood Zoe very well; having been around the Young Master for so long, she couldn’t shake off the fear she felt deep down. It was bearable usually, but as soon as the Young Master beca angry, her soul would nearly leave her body.
After dealing with these petty issues, Harry Hunter took Isabella Weaver’s phone, entered the unlock code, and shalessly perused her chat logs with Zoe Lewis, even hacking into her email to read her ssages.
Indeed, he wasn’t a good person, sneaking around to invade his little wife’s privacy at midnight. If she found out, she’d surely scold him.
As he read, Harry Hunter’s expression gradually turned serious.
Was Zoe Lewis the Barnes family’s spy? How did she even record Peter Barnes’ late-night bathroom visits and sleep talk in such detail!
Her preparations were thorough too, even setting up informants for Isabella Weaver as inside agents.
It seed that even without his intervention, Isabella Weaver wouldn’t suffer any setbacks.
Harry Hunter chuckled, half helpless and half gratified. The little girl was becoming more capable, gaining soone as talented as Zoe Lewis to support her, ensuring she would have good self-preservation skills in the future.
It seed he needed to beco stronger, to be her support, take control of the Lewis Clan Group and Evan Lewis, ensuring Zoe Lewis would forever be on their side.
He would never let Isabella Weaver experience betrayal from friends again.
People change, but if he’s strong enough, he’d have the power to make everyone submit at his wife’s feet, unchanging forever.
He got up, went back inside, and took Isabella Weaver’s phone upstairs, quietly placing it back on the nightstand and lay beside her.
Half asleep, Isabella Weaver snuggled into his embrace, muttering unhappily, "Where did you go again? Every ti I open my eyes, you’re gone. Don’t go out at night, I’m afraid to sleep alone."
Harry Hunter held her, kissed her cheek, "I didn’t go out, I’m right at ho, sleep peacefully, sweetheart."
Listening to his voice and slling his unique scent, Isabella Weaver soon fell back asleep.
Harry Hunter liked how she clung to him, it gave him a sense of happiness from being needed.
So he hoped she wouldn’t beco too strong, otherwise he’d have no place to prove his worth.
He hoped she would remain his little girl, and if the sky were to fall, he’d be there to hold it up.
As he held her, just before sleeping, Harry Hunter thought about secretly accompanying her to the grand banquet the next day, to see who dared to target her, and he’d twist their neck as payback!
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