The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 213

Roxanne forced a smile, "Harrison, you're pulling my leg, right?"

Harrison frowned, staring at her.

She took two steps forward, standing in front of him.

Worriedly, she said, "Harrison, talk to me; you're just joking, right?"

"Roxanne, being my wife isn't so hard. You can take it easy at home, read books, garden, learn piano,

go shopping, watch movies, travel, whatever you like." Harrison confidently explained.

Roxanne already had her answer. She gave a bitter smile.

He wasn't joking with her. Everything he said was true.

He really did shut down her company.

Her eyes were filled with pain and confusion.

"Harrison, you're right. Being your wife, I could have it easy.

I could indeed just lounge around, spending your money with your credit card every day, living the

carefree life of a rich housewife. A wife spending her husband's money is indeed expected. You're just

looking out for me. I get it.

But, Harrison, you shut down my company without even discussing it with me. Did you ever respect

me?"

Harrison reached out, trying to hold her.

She stepped back, creating a distance between them.

That move seemed to set a boundary between them.

"Roxanne. If you weren't so overworked, our first child might not have miscarried. Yes, I admit, what I

did that night might have hurt the baby. But you also have to admit, your overwork afterwards was also

a factor leading to the miscarriage. Roxanne, listen to me. Come home and be my wife, okay?"

Harrison tried to approach her again.

She stepped back again, blocking his hand.

"Harrison, I don't want to argue with you right now. I don't want to debate right and wrong. I think we

both need to cool down and think things through."

"What do you need to think about?" Harrison frowned, "You want to divorce me?"

"I don't know. I don't want to talk to you right now. I don't want to see you."

She quickly changed her clothes and left the bedroom.

She went downstairs.

She arrived at the garage.

Anthony was there, wiping the car.

"Anthony, could you give me a lift to my company?" Roxanne asked, standing in front of Anthony.

Anthony, with cloth in hand, stood up and glanced at Roxanne, then at Harrison, who had followed her.

Both looked off.

Did they have a fight?

Weren't they lovey-dovey just the previous day?

"Anthony, could you give me a lift to my company?" Seeing Anthony frozen, Roxanne repeated. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Anthony didn't answer; he looked questioningly at Harrison and said, "Sir..."

Harrison gestured Anthony that seemed to have had a meaning of, “Go ahead”.

Anthony quickly understood and prepared to leave.

The keys in his hand were suddenly snatched by Roxanne.

If he wouldn't take her, she'd drive herself.

She could actually drive.

The keys she snatched were for the Bugatti.

She pressed the key, a white sports car beeped twice, and the lock opened.

Roxanne went straight to the car and sat inside.

She started the engine and began to drive away.

Her movements were smooth and precise, not hesitant at all.

Anthony was a bit surprised, "Mr. Harrison, she never drove that Bugatti before. What if she's unfamiliar

with the car and something happens?"

A scratch on that luxury car would have cost a fortune to fix.

"Mr. Harrison, what if she damages the car?" Anthony looked at the expressionless Harrison.

Harrison glanced at him and asked, "Which is more important, the car or Roxanne? Follow her quickly.

Make sure she's safe."

Roxanne, having left the upscale community, called Chloe.

Chloe was sleeping at the time.

In fact, Chloe hardly slept the previous night.

She fell asleep just before dawn and was woken up by the phone.

Seeing that it was Roxanne's call, Chloe felt something important must be up.

Fully alert, Chloe got up and left the bedroom.

"Anne, why are you calling me so early?"

"Chloe, when did Harrison shut down our company? Why didn't you tell me?"

Chloe frowned, "Anne, I wanted to tell you, but you had just miscarried. I was worried it'd be too much

for you, so I planned to tell you after you've recovered."

Chloe knew that the miscarriage was a major blow to her body.

Once, when she miscarried, she got angry over some trivial matter, which led to physical discomfort.

She had been having health problems, such as breast hyperplasia, and often cried when she

miscarried. Then her eyes often hurt, tearing up at the slightest wind.

The problems had been persisting and not getting better.

"Anne, you found out?"

"What's the company like now?"

"All the employees have left. Harrison canceled the lease on our office and factory. But don't worry,

Harrison gave the employees a generous severance package. They won't be slighted. He also gave

me substantial compensation. Anne, don't blame Harrison. He was only looking out for you."

"I'll hang up now. I'm going to check on the company."

When she got to the company, it had already been rented out to others.

She tried contacting the former employees, hoping they would come back and rebuild the company.

But they all declined, citing that they had found better jobs.

Even the former clients rejected her offers of cooperation, having signed new contracts with others.

The once-well-operating company, that could stably make tens of thousands in profits each month, that

could allow Roxanne and Chloe to have a self-sustaining business, was all gone.

The business she worked on for over a decade was completely ruined.

She drove Harrison's Bugatti aimlessly in the city streets.

Accidentally, she hit a Porsche.

It was just a minor collision.

No one was hurt.

But she broke the taillight of the other car.

The Porsche driver was a stylish lady, dressed head to toe in designer clothes.

She looked very angry when she got out of the car.

Seeing Roxanne, who was also a female driver, and that she was driving a Bugatti, an even fancier

than her own, all her anger just vanished into thin air.

"I'm the one who hit your car. I'll pay for it."

Roxanne whipped out her cash and paid the female driver twenty grand on the spot.

Then she got in her car and took off like a shot.

Having money sure feels great. It can solve all kinds of problems. The female driver's fierceness and

arrogance when she got out of the car, all of it was scared off by the Bugatti Roxanne was driving.

But Roxanne didn't seem very happy.

Following behind her was a Rolls-Royce, and inside sat Harrison.

Anthony asked, "Mr. Rodriguez, your wife used the card you gave her. Has she cooled off?"

"Keep following her." Harrison's gaze never left the car in front of him.

When Roxanne stopped at a red light, she picked up her phone and dialed Harrison.

She knew Harrison's car was right behind her.

She was always on high alert; there was no way she didn't know.

Once the call connected, she glanced at the rear-view mirror and said, "You don't have to follow me.

I'm not going to do anything stupid. I will be home on time tonight."

Anthony asked, "Mr. Rodriguez, your wife has spotted us. Should we continue following?"