The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 161

Hazel figured her threat must've hit home.

After all, she knew full well how much Roxanne meant to Harrison.

Back when she and Alexander were still married, he'd come home every day and spill the beans about

every little interaction between Harrison and Roxanne.

So Hazel had a clear picture of just how much Harrison valued Roxanne.

She thought she could use that to twist his arm into putting in a good word for her with Alexander.

That way, her dream of getting back with Alexander would be within arm's reach.

But Harrison, on the other end of the line, didn't seem to be fazed by her threats at all.

He held the phone, all cool, calm, and collected, not uttering a word.

Hazel couldn't figure out what he was feeling.

Under that calm exterior, it felt like a powerful undercurrent was lurking, ready to sweep Hazel away.

Hazel, who thought she'd nailed it, was suddenly thrown into a tizzy.

But she couldn't afford to let her panic show.

If she came across as flustered, her chances of getting one over Harrison would take a hit.

She needed to keep her cool.

Holding the phone, she continued to negotiate with Harrison.

"Harrison, your wife is from the wrong side of the tracks. I've done my homework on her."

"She's not like those gold-diggers. Money and fame won't cut it with her. She's straight as an arrow,

down-to-earth, and hates handouts. She'd rather earn her keep. I even heard Alexander say that her

idea of love and marriage is all about equality and honesty. She reckons a marriage can only last if

both parties put in equal effort and are honest with each other. I guess that's why you fell for a regular

girl from the lower rungs of society. She's got something special, doesn't she?"

Hazel took a breather, then went on, "If she finds out you've been stringing her along from the get-go

and that there's a massive class gap between you two, can your marriage still hold up? You're not

stupid. You must've worried about these things, which is why you've never dared to come clean about

who you really are. If you want me to keep mum in front of Roxanne, it's not a big ask. Just put in a

good word for me with Alexander, and I promise I won't spill the beans to Roxanne. If you don't, I can

spill your secrets in front of her at any time. I know where Roxanne's company is and who her friends

are."

After all that talking, Hazel's lips were parched, but Harrison still didn't respond.

This threw Hazel into further disarray.

She instinctively tightened her grip on the phone, "Harrison, what do you say? All you have to do is talk

Alexander around, and then you can go on living your quiet life with Roxanne. If not, you'll regret it, I

promise."

Since she's been miserable since her divorce from Alexander, she wouldn't let Harrison be happy

either.

The straw that broke the camel's back, leading to Alexander's decision to divorce, was Dean, who was

arranged by Harrison.

The reason Harrison hadn't given a clear answer was because he wanted to hear what else Hazel

could come up with.

Sure enough, she seemed to have no boundaries at all.

He laughed coldly and said, "Go ahead, give it a shot."

He hung up the phone decisively, showing Hazel he couldn't care less.

It was only when the line went dead that Hazel realized Harrison wasn't scared of her threats.

Instead, she was the one who was threatened by his parting words.

She didn't dare spill the beans to Roxanne.

She knew Harrison could be ruthless.

Whether in business or in daily life, Harrison might seem all gentle and kind, but he was actually a cold-

blooded man.

His hands were stained with blood, and he knew how to evade the law.

All of a sudden, Hazel felt a pang of fear.

"Go ahead, give it a shot."

That sentence completely blew her plans out of the water.

How could she dare to actually try? Not if she wanted to live.

But Alexander didn't want her anymore. Dean was just messing around with her, and he couldn't care

less about her well-being. Even her closest family—her parents and her sister had cut ties with her.

After she was left all alone, Hazel realized how happy she'd been when Alexander spoiled her.

How she wished to be back in Alexander's arms, being cherished by him!

She couldn't just give up easily.

Alexander had made up his mind not to look back, or he wouldn't have had the police haul her out of

his mansion for trespassing and let her stew in jail for two days.

The only way to mend fences with Alexander was through Harrison.

Although Harrison was a few months younger than Alexander, Alexander would always take Harrison's

opinions seriously.

She had to win Harrison over.

Mustering up her courage, Hazel texted Harrison, “If you don't help me convince Alexander to take me

back, I'll tell Roxanne all your secrets.”

After reading her message, Harrison just chuckled.

Hazel's threats meant nothing to him.

He exited the WhatsApp chat, then dialed his bodyguard, Jack.

Jack's real name was Jackson. Jackson Thomas, to be precise.

He'd been training in martial arts since he was two, with a special knack for Muay Thai.

With his exceptional skills, he knocked out countless champions and fighters both domestically and

internationally.

Later, by a stroke of luck, he met Harrison and had been his head bodyguard ever since.

"Jack, Hazel's been trying to mess with my wife lately. Please assign a few more guys to tail her

discreetly. Don't let Hazel get anywhere near her."

Jack immediately took the order, "No worries, Mr. Harrison. I guarantee Hazel won't get anywhere near

Mrs. Rodriguez."

Jack, the bodyguard, always got the job done. Harrison totally trusted him.

Hazel, seeing that Harrison was unmoved by her threats, figured he wasn't planning on taking action

against her.

So Hazel decided to strike first.

She made a special trip to Roxanne's office in Urban Sun Village and texted Harrison that she was

nearby. She threatened that if he still didn't comply with her demands, she would meet with Roxanne.

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By the time Hazel arrived at Urban Sun Village, Jack had already reported in.

Hazel didn't stand a chance to get close to Roxanne. Jack had approximately 200 people hidden

nearby the office.

They were all professionally trained, agile, and had sharp observational skills.

Hazel meeting Roxanne? Not a chance!

Roxanne was super busy those days, leaving early and returning late.

Usually, she would drop Harrison off at the Investor Complex before heading to her own office.

But those days, due to her busy schedule, she had to leave home early, and Harrison had to take the

subway to the office.

Roxanne was always on high alert.

She noticed several cars tailing her and even noted down their license plates.

At night, Harrison would prepare a late-night snack for her.

Knowing that she loved pasta, he cooked her a fancy plate of spaghetti bolognese.

As she ate, she chatted with Harrison.

"Harrison, I feel like I've been followed recently. I haven't pissed anyone off, and I don’t like making

enemies. I have no idea who's tailing me.

"Several Mercedes have been tailing my car. This has been going on for about four or five days. I have

no idea what they want.

Harrison frowned.

He comforted her, "Are you just tired? You don’t have any enemies so how could someone be following

you? Nathaniel Martinez has already moved abroad. Sebastian Martinez has genuinely repented. No

one would be tailing you. You’re probably just overthinking because you’re tired and stressed.”

“I’m serious.” Roxanne put down her fork, pulled out her phone, and flipped to pictures.

“Look, this is a photo I took while waiting for the traffic light the day before yesterday. Do you see the

license plate of this Mercedes? This one is from yesterday. Same license plate. This is from today.

Look, the license plate is the same again. I’m sure I’m being followed.”

Harrison didn’t know how to respond.

Roxanne felt increasingly scared, “Lately, everyone online has been discussing the disappearance

case at Seraphim Haven. Netizens believe that the missing person was kidnapped and had their

organs harvested by the rich. I get annual check-ups, so my blood type and other information must’ve

been obtained by big data.”

That thought terrified her.

She nervously grabbed Harrison’s hand, “Harrison, could some rich people need organs, and can’t find

a match, but my organs just happen to match theirs? Could they be after my organs and are secretly

tailing me? Could I be kidnapped too? Big data is indeed scary. We have no privacy anymore.

Moreover, those rich people, they’re capable of anything.”

Although that idea was far-fetched, Roxanne couldn’t completely rule out the possibility.

The more she thought about it, the more scared she got.

Harrison was speechless.

Roxanne’s imagination was truly rich.

She didn’t know that the so-called “rich person” was her husband, who was among the richest.

What she described did happen, but not all rich people were evil.

Did she have a misunderstanding about rich people?

Even rich people have moral limits, like the Rodriguez family.

Roxanne suddenly said angrily, “I don’t know which rich bastard has several luxury cars tailing me

every day! They’re too much!”

She had been on high alert those past days due to that.

Rich bastard?

Harrison felt a chill down his spine, and his forehead tightened.

What would Roxanne do if she knew that the “rich bastard” was right in front of her?

He wanted to comfort her and tell her that she was overthinking, but that felt dismissive.

She had indeed photographed the bodyguard’s license plate several days in a row. It couldn’t be

explained away as a coincidence anymore.

His wife, though seen as an ordinary person, had an extraordinary sense of observation.

All he could do was hold her hand tightly and say seriously, “Anne, how about this, I can drive you to

and from work every day for the next few days. If you need to go out, I’ll accompany you. I’ve been

working overtime a lot recently, so I can take a break now.”

He hoped that could reassure her.

Roxanne was really scared, so she nodded, “Okay. Can you really take a vacation?”

“Yeah.” Harrison held her hand, hoping to give her some comfort and strength, “I’ll be with you these

days. With me around, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Okay.”

Roxanne felt a bit more relaxed.

With Harrison around, she felt truly safe.

Hazel wasn’t idle those days either. Seeing that Harrison completely disregarded her, she got serious.

If Harrison wouldn’t help her, then nobody should live well.

She and Alexander had gone their separate ways, so she hoped Harrison's marriage could collapse

too.

Even if she couldn't get Roxanne and Harrison to divorce, at least she wanted them to have a big fight.

After all, she had nothing left. She was afraid of nothing.

Every day, Hazel was secretly tailing Roxanne, but she couldn't get close to her and could only watch

from afar.

Every time she tried to get close to Roxanne, some goon Jack had arranged would pop up, preventing

her from seeing Roxanne.

Roxanne was on high alert those past few days. Yet, faced with Hazel's relentless pursuit, Harrison

couldn't pull his bodyguards away.

Otherwise, if Hazel really made her move, no one could stop her.

If Roxanne suddenly found out his real identity, he'd be up a creek without a paddle.

If Roxanne really got mad at him, he wouldn't be able to find a good solution anytime soon.

These days, whether driving or walking, Roxanne was extra cautious.

However, those familiar Mercedes-Benz sedans with recognizable plates hadn't appeared again.

Harrison's company had lots of cars, all sorts of models, and license plates.

Harrison instructed his bodyguards to rotate the cars, ensuring a different car was used every day.

So, Roxanne couldn't detect anything unusual anymore.

...

Roxanne was in the car.

Harrison was driving.

"Harrison, it's so weird! Ever since you started driving me to and from work, those cars that used to tail

me have vanished."

Harrison was waiting at a traffic light. He took his hand off the steering wheel and gently patted the

back of her hand, comforting her, saying, "It might have been just a coincidence before, or you could

have been mistaken. The world is still a pretty decent place. All those things you're talking about won't

happen."

"Really?" Roxanne found it hard to believe, "But there really were cars following me before."

It couldn't have been her mistake.