Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Chapter 39 I Do Not Dare To Tell You

"Say what?"

"They say Miss Clark has hooked up with the master of Miller Family."

Wesley became angry immediately.

Jack tried to relieve his boss, "The young master is only 17 years old. It is definitely nonsense. Miss

Clark will not do such a thing, boss."

Jack did not on Harriet side, but if Wesley was in a bad mood, it would be subordinates who bore the

brunt then followed by Harriet.

With a "snap" sound, Jack saw the boss breaking off the pencil in his hand, making a sharp noise in the

office and letting him trembled.

"..."

At the crew of the "Deep Palace Plan" of the film and television city, Keith invited the whole crew to eat

ice cream in the afternoon.

Bryant ate a cup of durian flavor. When Harriet and he acted as partners, all the scent from his mouth

was durian. She almost vomited by the smell but finally she controlled herself to the end of the day.

"Stop, okay, this round is good."

Finally, Harriet's patience reached its limitation with the end of the shooting.

On the way back to the hotel, Harriet's phone rang and it was a strange local call.

Harriet frowned for a while, and pressed the answer button. An unfamiliar middle-aged woman voice

came, "Is it Harriet?"

"It's me, who is speaking?"

"Do you know Wesley Smith?"

The words "Wesley Smith" gradually froze Harriet' smile.

As night fell, the prosperity of California's night scenes made people dare not look directly at it, as if

they would never live forever if they were caught in this void modern life with a glance.

In a charted high-end western restaurant in the city center, in addition to the three waiters, the huge

restaurant only had people sitting on a table closest to the window. The light was dim, and it looked

vaguely on the face of a lady who was properly maintained.

Harriet was invited to such charted restaurant by Keith last time.

She told the water her name at the door, and the waiter ushered her through chairs in the lobby to the

lady, "Mrs. Jones, Miss Clark is here."

"Have a seat." The woman raised her head and looked at her not very carefully.

Before Harriet sit close to the chair, she heard her speaking, "I asked you out as it is hard to explain

myself clearly. Haven't I disturbed your work?"

"Not really. I am just off work."

Harriet looked into her eyes. She only heard her mentioning Wesley on the phone and would like to talk

to her about something. She didn't know her relationship with Wesley. Was her his mother? But they

didn't look similar.

The woman on the opposite side said lightly when Harriet was still wondering, "In fact, it doesn't matter

if I disturb you job. After all, it's arranged by Wesley to let you do it for fun. If you really live by filming,

you can't buy a house in the center of California and afford the charting of the restaurant."

Harriet was surprised and her eyes narrowed. "You investigated me? Who are you?"

Sandra sneered at her,

"As the future mother-in-law of Wesley, there is no problem I investigate the women around him, right?

But Miss Clark, why don't you find a decent job as you are still young? Why do you become a

mistress?"

Mother-in-law?

That meant she was the mother of Wesley's fiancée.

The word ‘mistress' hurt Harriet's heart. Although she was careless, it did not mean that she had no

moral standards as she knew what she was doing. She clenched her hands.

"We both have parents. If they know what you have done, they will be shameful on you."

Harriet pinched her nails into the palm hearing what she said, but she laughed at herself and met

Sandra's eyes then. "It seems that your investigation is not very detailed as you do not know that my

parents died long ago."

Sandra froze slightly.

"You're right, why would I be a mistress when I am still young?"

"..."

"I am forced to do it for living a good life."

Who would be a mistress for true love? Most of them just did it for money. She didn't think she was an

exception. Even if she couldn't escape from Wesley, she couldn't deny that she was a canary raised by

Wesley in a cage.

Sandra glanced at her contemptuously, and seemed to be not willing to waste her time talking to

Harriet. She handed out a check directly, "This is five hundred thousand dollar. Just leave Wesley."

Harriet looked at the check within her expectation. She chuckled suddenly, "Mrs. Jones, five hundred

thousand? Do you pay in installments?"

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Sandra became outrageous.

Harriet leaned on the back of the chair and said quietly, "The cheque that Wesley gives me in daily life

is more than what you offer. Do I lose my mind if I accept your five hundred thousand?"

"You…"

"You just keep you money. I have to leave first."

Harriet left with her bag without stopping for a moment.

She thought she was Wesley's mother but she was just a prospective mother-in-law and ran to criticize

her. She was not the one who can be ordered randomly!

Seeing Harriet leaving, the assistant on the side carefully asked Sandra, "Madam, what shall we do

now?"

"What else can we do? We must prevent her from staying around Wesley." Sandra got angry.

She just tried a few words. If the woman retreated, she would let her go easily but now, it seemed that

the woman was not just good-looking, but also smart. Irene would not have a good future after she

married with Wesley if the woman was still around him.

"Call Mrs. William (the wife of Boss William in Pleasure Media). Isn't this woman work in Pleasure

Media? We are also a shareholder in the company. It should be easy to fire a little actress."

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Harriet returned to the hotel, and fell directly on the bed with her makeup on. Her head was stuffy until

she was almost suffocated before she lifted her breath. She recovered a little by gasping a breath.

It was really hard for her to bearing the scolding face by face.

Although she didn't care about what she said, but she was still not at the moral side.

Wesley hadn't contacted her for some time since they had a fight over Keith and she left the apartment.

Also, the former candid canary turned out to be a dog that would bite people in danger. It was what she

wanted to erode the patience and love of Wesley for hers.

She couldn't fall asleep, so she took the script lines and practiced in the mirror over and over again.

Only when she was immersed in the role, she could forget the trivia in life, and replace herself

completely with another one, so that she would not blame herself too much.

Molly clumsily concealed her dark circles in the morning. "Could you not stay up? Your skin clearly

shows dark circles when you stay up all night, which is difficult to cover."

Harriet yawned and made an innocent look by blinking, "Molly, didn't you let me work harder? I have

recited the lines for the whole night."

"You don't need to be so dedicated, just memorize the lines for the next day in advance, but you are

almost done the whole script." Molly sighed with a puff and stopped talking for a long time. "Look at

you, how could you have energy to deal with gossips."

"Gossip?"

Harriet froze, "What gossips?"

Molly hesitated to tell her, "Harriet, don't be angry if I tell you. There was a gossip news about you and

Bryant on Facebook yesterday. It was already among the top three on Facebook in the morning when I

checked it. I have tried to deal with it for the whole night, but I failed…I do not dare to tell you. "