Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 82

The moment Emily and Franklin went home, the housekeeper told them Harry sent a car to them and

now it was in the garage.

Franklin nodded and said okay.

But Emily was surprised and exclaimed, "Does he really send a car to me?"

"Well, do you think he's joking?" Franklin chuckled.

Emily curled her lips and said unhappily, "Franklin, I find it hard to understand you. You are so

sophisticated. Sometimes I really don't know what you're thinking."

"What are you thinking about? Why should I be so easy to be seen through by a silly person like you?"

Franklin brushed her hair.

"Don't touch my hair." Emily dodged him again. She had told him not to touch her hair many times

before, but he just ignored her.

Hearing this, Franklin smiled and touched her hair again behind her back.

Just as Emily was about to scold him, Franklin said, "Since he sent you the car, let's see what it looks

like."

"Hmph." Emily groaned with annoyance and walked to the garage with him.

The driver and Jason would drive their car out of the garage to send them to work every morning.

Therefore, Emily had never been there.

When she got there, she was surprised and could not even believe what she saw.

Was this a garage or an auto show?

There were a dozen luxury cars of different colors in the garage, and they were staggering than any

cars she had seen in exhibitions.

"It's this one. It's not bad." Franklin pointed to a white BMW.

Emily gulped a little bit. She could recognize the BMW logo. She just didn't expect Harry to be so

generous to give her a BMW.

"Do you like it?" Franklin asked.

Emily nodded vigorously. She liked it so much. She got her driver's license in college, but she had no

money to buy a car. She was now so surprised and could not love it more.

"Well, I don't allow you to drive this car though you like it so much. Just leave it here! If you like cars, I'll

send you another one." Franklin signaled her to choose one among dozens in the garage as she liked.

Emily asked in surprise, "Are these all your cars?"

"Of course, who else do you think?"

"How do you..."

"I have money and can get anything I like." Franklin answered before she asked.

Emily was speechless.

She curled her lips. What else could she say?

"Have you made your mind? Which one do you like?" Franklin asked.

Looking at the luxury cars in line, Emily was almost tempted into saying yes. But after looking around,

she shook her head and said, "I won't choose anyone. They are too luxurious. I'm not very good at

driving and haven't been in the driver's seat for a long time. What if I have any one of them scratched? I

cannot afford it! I'd better save some money and buy an ordinary car on my own!"

"Silly girl, I'm your man. Can't I even afford a car? Just have a look and choose the one you like. I'll

send it to you." Franklin was amused by her reply and felt a little angry. He reached out and rubbed her

hair again gently.

Emily blushed slightly, but she insisted, "No, I don't want you to give it to me. I'll buy it myself. I've

already saved up a little money. I'll get enough money soon if I try hard."

"It is up to you. You can buy whatever car you want. Do not worry about the price. Just one condition:

do not buy a car with poor quality. Safety is the most important."

"So is this car parked here?" Emily nodded in assent and pointed at the car Harry sent to her.

"This car belongs to you. You can do whatever you want except that you drive it." Franklin said.

"Is it really mine?" Emily said in surprise.

"Of course, I don't own it." Franklin smiled.

Emily seemed quite excited said happily, "Can I sell it?"

She could get quite a lot of money by selling this car. She could save some of the money as her and

her mother's living expenses, and used the rest to buy an ordinary car for herself so that she wouldn't

have to hitch a ride with Franklin anymore.

"That's a good idea. I'll find a buyer for you." Franklin thought it was a good idea to sell the car that

Harry sent over.

"No, I'll find buyers myself." Emily didn't trust him and wanted to sell it at a satisfactory price. She might

as well take care of it herself.

"Okay, you can do it." Franklin did not mind it so much and nodded in assent.

The two of them came out of the garage and walked back. Emily remembered that Franklin lost his

temper with Ivy and mentioned the last time in their talk.

She wanted to know what it was and asked him, "The last time you were angry with Ivy, you mentioned

the last time. What was it about the last time?"

Franklin paused for a moment and said in a level voice, "Nothing. It was just the past and it has nothing

to do with you."

"Oh, I see! But you were so serious and furious. I can't bear to see a girl being treated in this way."

Emily commented.

"She has nothing to do with me. Why do I treat her nicely? You are the only woman I want to cherish,

and I do not care about another woman." Franklin snorted.

Emily was touched by what he said. Holding his arm, she said, "Your words make me dream you might

like me."

Franklin chuckled and rubbed her hair again.

But Emily took selling the car seriously.

The next Saturday, Emily asked Joyce out for dinner.

Emily wanted to thank her for giving her a stay last time and saw what she could help with their

renovation. By the way, Emily wanted to ask her to find a buyer since Joyce had a lot of social

connections.

Emily told Joyce that Harry gave her a BMW, and Joyce immediately exclaimed, "Damn, how lucky you

are! You're gonna be fucking rich. Spare me some luck please!"

"Stop talking about any luck. Down to business, do you know how to sell this car? I want to sell it."

Emily knocked on her hand.

Joyce said, "Don't you want a car? Why are you selling it? You can drive yourself!"

"I don't want to drive such an expensive car, and it's too eye-catching. I just want to drive an ordinary

car."

"What a waste! You just cannot live in wealth. I do know someone who wants to buy a car recently. I'll

help you contact him. I remind you first you cannot get the same price as a new car, though there won't

be huge differences." Joyce said. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Emily nodded, "I know that."

"Emily, I'm so envious of you. You are going to live a better and better life since you met Franklin. You'd

better find a way to make Franklin fall in love with you so that he cannot live without you. Then you do

not need to worry about anything for the rest of your life. I remind you that you can't find another rich

and handsome man like Franklin."

"Make him fall in love with me? Forget it. I can't even see through him." Emily shook her head and

sighed.

The longer she had been with Franklin, the harder she felt to understand him.

He cared about her but it made her confused at the same time. She didn't have the confidence to make

Franklin fall in love with her. And she did not know where his first love was. She did not know what they

were doing now.

Joyce didn't know about Emily's struggles and thought she just lacked confidence.

She then changed the topic and talked about herself. She said with a blush, "I've been doing well with

Sebastian lately. We've been together every day. I think he should know that I like him."