Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 223

Master Harris glared at him. "Is there a difference between the two?"

"Of course, there is," Charles said, "If you hurt Sophia, then I can destroy Harris Corporation right now itself."

Master Harris was breathing slightly harder now. He roared, "Are you threatening me because of a silly little girl?"

Charles stood up straight and clenched his fists, not saying a word.

"If I remove you from your position as the president, do you think you alone can ruin Harris Corporation?" Master Harris squeezed every single word out of his throat.

"Of course, not," Charles said coolly, "But what difference does it make if you remove me from my position as the president and appoint someone else in the family to destroy Harris Corporation?"

Master Harris coughed hard, then glared at him with cold eyes. "Stop taking yourself too seriously, Charles! There are so many people in the world. Do you really think no one can compare to you?"

"There are people who are more outstanding than me everywhere, but you won’t feel at ease handing over Harris Corporation to him or her if they’re not someone from the Harris family. Moreover, none of the abilities of any other Harris family member impress you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have appointed me as the president of Harris Corporation either," Charles explained.

Finally, he looked at Master Harris and asked, "Right, Grandpa?"

Master Harris put on a gloomy countenance and harrumphed, not making a reply.

"Where’s Sophia?" Charles asked in a hoarse voice, clenching his fists tighter now.

Master Harris looked askance at him and snapped. “She’s just an immature girl whose hair isn’t even fully developed yet. How dare she be so presumptuous as to make negotiations with me!"

"Where is she?" Charles' forehead was filled with sweat.

Master Harris sneered. "I asked someone to send her to East Suburb Prison. She should be there by now."

"!" Sweat trickled down Charles' cheeks, meandering down his jaw and into his shirt.

He stared fixedly at Master Harris with his hawk-like gaze and clenched his fists. The blue veins on his neck bulged out, making him appear unusually ferocious.

He then turned around abruptly and started toward the door.

Master Harris sneered and said mockingly, "Save your energy. They won't let you see Sophia without me!"

"I have promised you to get engaged to Leah, so why are you still doing this?!" Charles turned his head and looked at him. The sun was shining through the window on him, bathing him in sunlight. Despite that, he looked like a devil bred in the dark.

Without Grandpa, no one would let him see Sophia no matter what he did!

At the thought of the grotesque scars all over her body, he clenched his fists hard, turning his knuckles white from the excessive force. He was breathing much heavier than usual.

"If you get engaged to Leah but continue to keep Sophia by your side, then how is Leah supposed to treat the Harris family wholeheartedly?" Master Harris asked coldly, "Are you thinking of squandering time away until I die so that you can then break off your engagement with Leah? Then you’ll marry Sophia?"

The cold sweat had soaked through Charles' back. His limbs were shaking in the cold like they were soaked in ice.

"I have handed my will over to TC company. After I die, the moment you break off the marriage contract with Leah, the employees at TC company will confiscate all Harris Corporation shares from you and remove you from your position as the president.

"Do you get it now? If you’re sensible enough, then don't destroy your future for a woman! Listen to me and marry Leah. I will take it as though none of this has ever happened!"

Master Harris said with a fixed expression on his face.

Charles’ head was lowered. A foul and evil-foreboding air emitted from his face. "So whether you are dead or alive, whether it is me or my wife, we’re supposed to be slaves for Uncle Ted and his family our whole lives and be their money-making machine willingly?”

"You should be content with what you have!" Master Harris harrumphed. "If you weren't capable, then you wouldn't even have the chance to be Harris Corporation’s president!"

Charles' Adam's apple rolled slightly. His voice was hoarse when he said, "Can I ask you why I can only be a money-making machine, Grandpa?"